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A ISTORY 



OF THE 



C^lass of ^ \ inety-"Pive 



JOHN FOX WEISS 



FORSAN ET HAEC OLIM MEMINISSE JUVABIT " 



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PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY 
189^ 



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PRESS OF 

EDWARD STERN & CO., INC., 

PHILADELPHIA. 



To every man— yedj to all the menj whose 
names are scrolled with immortal fame 
upon the gateway of gloryj as '''' Members 
of the Class of ^Ninety>^Pive"; to yoar 
sweetheartSj yoar fianceesj your wives 
and your childrenj and to our dear 
departed deadj is this '■'' labor of love'^ 
affectionately dedicated. 



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Preface. 



" Every man, however brief or inglorious 
may have been his Academical career, must 
remember with kindness and tenderness the 
old University comrades and days." 

— Thackeray. 

As Marcus Valerius Martialis, whose "fame was widely 
extended," and whose " books were eagerly sought for, not only 
in the city, but also in Gaul, Germany and Britain," wrote to 
the Ancients : " You, who are anxious that my little book 
should be with you everywhere, and desire to have a companion 
on a long journey, buy a copy, which the parchment envelope 
confines within short pages : fill the libraries with the great 
works, one hand carries me," — so I write to you. You will find 
my little book at the shop of one Bibliopola, on the Campus 
Princetoniensus, near the Halls of Minerva. Now hear me, for 
I will speak. 

The writing of a Class History is an undertaking which very 
few people appreciate. It takes a great deal of time, it lays 
bare one's weakness, and it exposes him to much censure and 
ridicule. And yet it is a pleasant work — it is a "labor of love." 
Honestly, it has been a pleasure to me to write these pages, 

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6 PREFACE. 

and to tell what I know about you all— and if I have wronged 
any one of you, I beg forgiveness, for no injury was meant. 

To you, Professors, my apologies ! for the disrespectful way 
in which I have spoken of you. Among ourselves we call you 
"Jack" Hibben; we speak of you as "Billy" Sloane ; you as 
" Harry " Fine ; you as Bliss Perry ; you as Woodrow Wilson ; 
or you as "Andy" West. You know it, and smile in your 
sleeves. So do not charge me with disrespect — we honor and 
respect you. 

Fellow-classmates, I ask of you only this : that when, in years 
to come, by chance you take this dusty History from the shelf 
of some old book-case, you will remember with kindness the 
one who wrote it — one who was put in the scales and found 
wanting. 

Princeton, N. J., May 2, 1895. 



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CHAPTER I. 

Fr^fshman V<far. 



"Pkinceton Junction ! Change for Princeton!" cried the 
hollow-voiced brakeman of the Pennsylvania Railroad, on that 
glorious, that memorable day — the 23d of September, 1891 — 
when the Class of Ninety-five, two hundred and seventy strong, 
swept down upon this dear old town — amidst the clangor of 
"Hungry" Golden's trumpeters, amidst the jeering and hooting 
of Sophomores, and amidst the sage and friendly advice of 
Juniors, and began the story which is here recorded. It was a 
glorious day — the sun shone brightly, the ambrosial flowers and 
the trees blossomed and bowed to us, the birds sang us a wel- 
come, and seemed to say, "Welcome! Thou Glorious Class. 
We rejoice that you have come ! " And so, as wandering, stray- 
ing, erring Freshmen, we had arrived thus far in the search of 

knowledge. 

Ye who love the Fall and Winter, 
Love the Springtime and the Summer, 
Love the girls with all their " blushing," 
And the boys with all their " rushing," 
Love all Learning and Athletics 
Shown on many a field of victory, 
Love the sons of dear old Princeton, 
And their sons, and their sons' daughters: 
Listen to our wild traditions. 
To the songs which we will sing you. 

With our class came Johnnie Poe, the Baltimore swell, the 
amalgamated " poller," the best conversationalist (to himself) in 

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10 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF g$. 

the class, one of sixteen brothers, surrounded by many near rela- 
tions (many more distant ones), over a hundred namesakes, and 
a host of friends. Johnny Poe, the phenomenal half-back of the 
world, the greatest baseball player who never played on any 
team, and one of the few remaining students of the Stradivarian 
School of Music. Here came Harding — John Cowdon Harding 
— the effervescent Count, the Chicago buncoer and Police 
Gazette poser. The Count came to College without a moustache, 
but after he was here a short time he decided to raise one in 
order to give the fowls of the air a place of refuge during thun- 
derstorms. John affirmed again and again during Freshman 
year that he would surely be elected leader of the Glee Club. 
"Why," said he, "my voice assures it. They can't help but 
make me leader, boys ; my face and my build entitle me to it." 
But, alas ! these qualifications fell short, and, poor boy ! he rested 
content with being the centre figure of that organization. Here 
also came Trenchard — "Doggie" Trenchard — fresh from the 
fields of Lawrenceville, who, every time he was tackled by a 
Sophomore, gave a howling snarl which scared away the 
bravest. 

But these were not all who came. Oh, dear no ! There were 
others, young and gay, sad-eyed and handsome, pollers and sports. 
In the "push" we found "Curly" Logan, supposed to be a half- 
brother of Queen Lilioukalani ; "Mother " Brady, the authoress 
of that charming book " Mrs. Brady, or How I Became Great ;" 
" Hank " Bissell, the metaphysical aspect of Nothingness ; Jesse 
James, the bandit and daring outlaw, in honor of whom, it is 
positively Q) asserted, St. James' Palace, in London, was named, 
and Billy Belden, the greatest chess player of the nineteenth 
century. 

With the congregation of the Righteous came "Keg" Neill, 
"Horny" Kach, "Stein" Roberts, " Kid " Carroll, "Frappe" 
Howe, "Si" Perkins, "Runt" Hodge, "Ducky" Teal, "Min- 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. II 

nie" Minot, "Mucker" Lord, "Lady" Nelson, "Chubbie" 
Lewis, "Georgie" Gould, "Catty" Arnold, "Sunfish" Walker, 
" Baby " Bunting, " Pop " Pease, " Doc " Love, " Cherub" Wells, 
"Porky" or "Chippy" Brooks, "Sport" Porter, "Knockers" 
Stone, Thomas Pierson Esquire, "Poller " Fleming, " Skinny " 
Seymour, and one other, "Daniel Webster" White, who we 
knew would make himself famous before many moons. 

As the clock on Old North tower struck the hour of three, 
the class assembled in Marquand Chapel for the purpose of list- 
ening to the opening address made by President Patton. We 
were cautioned against delving too deeply into our studies, 
against the over-indulgence of athletic sports, against entering 
any secret societies while we were members of the College of 
New Jersey, though we ought surely to join Whig or Clio, 
and then followed a discourse on the company we should keep 
and with whom we should associate in Princeton, after which 
the assembly was dismissed. "At this point," continues the 
chronicler, "there were signs shown of great enthusiasm, large 
numbers of the audience clapped their hands and stamped their 
feet upon the floor, thereby creating great confusion ; and at the 
same time they shouted 'Freshmen! Freshmen!' but insomuch 
as we were all strangers to the place, we knew not exactly what 
was meant ; and, thinking it best to show our approbation at these 
tokens of delight, we all smiled pleasantly, and having done this 
the confusion greatly increased." Oh that we could only again see 
those faces ! Could we only again picture ourselves as we stood 
before those Sophomores, wondering how such beings could 
exist. But, alas ! Not so ! Those moments can never come to 
us again, and although we loathed them then, we love them now. 
Not like the soldier who learns to fight at dress-parade did we 
meet the Sophomores, but rather like warriors on a field of 
battle, who, after coming out victorious, go to feed their faces, — 
so did we meet those Sophomores, and then did we go to Dinner. 



12 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF %. 

Were there any braver men in Princeton, than the crowd of 
Freshmen which had entered that day? We all said "No," but 
— we doubted it. 

This task having been performed, the next question was how 
to get home without being molested by our friends(?). Many 
propositions were offered and many ways shown, so one of these 
was selected, and as many as went in the same direction started 
off together ; not exactly afraid, but rather timid, wondering 
what the outcome would be. Most of us arrived home safely, 
but those who were waylaid on the road were escorted down the 
railroad track, or out Mercer Street, or to some " babbling brook 
and shady nook." The night was passed serenely by the rest of 
us, and the dawn of the next day was gladly welcomed, for, 
though it is strange to relate, Freshmen always appreciate the 
daytime, well knowing that at this time there is the least to fear. 

A meeting of our class was called for one o'clock on this day 
— Thursday — and at that hour our entire class collected in the 
Old Chapel, to see what the meeting was for, Phil King and 
several other Juniors had charge of the meeting, and, after a few 
remarks. King said that we had been brought together for the 
election of officers. There were many nominations at this meet- 
ing for the different offices, and as each man was nominated he 
was compelled to stand up, so that everybody could see him, for 
observation is the basis on which Freshmen class meetings are 
always conducted. For President — Billy Neill nominated Chris 
Payne, who, he said, knew more about parliamentary law than any 
other man in the class. So Chris stood up and we all gazed on 
him. Then Phil Walker nominated Johnny Poe, whereupon 
John also rose and passed through a critical scrutation. Beside 
these there were many other nominations, but they faded away 
or practically amounted to nothing. Now it had always been 
an established principle in the classes preceding ours to elect 
the best-looking man among the candidates to this office ; but 



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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. I3 

this principle, which had as its basis "the beautiful," fell far 
from its calling at our first meeting, and the homeliest man in 
the class, John Prentiss Poe, Jr., of Baltimore, was elected Pres- 
ident. He then took the platform amid great cheering, and in a 
stump speech said : "Fellows, I am proud of the honor you have 
bestowed upon me. My face can't be ruined much, so I'll go in 
all the battles with you head first. Nominations are now in 
order for Vice-President." Without much parleying or wrang- 
ling Arthur L. Wheeler, of Philadelphia, was elected to this 
office. The Lawrenceville crowd then nominated and elected 
Theodore S. Huntington, of Columbus, Ohio, Treasurer, while 
the Prep. School crowd ran in Harry M. Anderson, of Charles- 
ton, W. Va., as Secretary. There was still one office remaining, 
that of Historian, and to fill this position we elected Gustavus A. 
Hall, of Trenton. Elections being over, the next question brought 
up was that of a "rush," and it was unanimously decided to have 
one on the following night. And now that the business of the 
meeting was over, the President asked several Juniors to speak 
to us, and from them we learnt many things which were after- 
wards much appreciated. 

During this meeting the Sophs had been patiently waiting for 
our adjournment outside the doors, and when finally the adjourn- 
ment did come, headed by Poe and Wheeler, we rushed pell-mell 
through that motley crowd, caring neither for our tender faces 
nor our uncovered heads ; for on such occasions, you know. Fresh- 
men always manage to have their hats concealed. We rushed 
through those Sophomores as easily as though they were so many 
children, and came off with only a few bruises and minus a few 
caps, which, with all our precaution, disappeared in some myste- 
rious way — and we were all the more eager for the "rush" 
which was to come. 

Little of importance happened during the remainder of that 
day, except, as I have said before, in the evening a few of us 



14 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

were again taken for an airing — some again down the railroad, 
some to the fence around the Episcopal Church, some towards 
Kingston and others towards the canal. It is hard to say which 
direction was the most preferable, but as far as I am able to find 
out I think the fence which encloses the church, and the canal 
were the two most objectionable. The fence is an iron picket 
one, about six feet in height, painted black, and possessing the 
sharpest points of any fence I ever had the occasion to examine. 
And so it happened that when '94 heard of the oratorical dis- 
tinction of "Nancy" Sutton, whose reputation had preceded 
him, they betook themselves to his room, and, taking "Nancy" 
with them, proceeded to the churchyard, and having perched 
him on the fence so that he could dangle in midair, supported 
only by the grasp of the points in his trousers, demanded a speech. 
"Nancy" was so elated at this offer to address the Sophomores 
that he actually hung there for one-half hour, making the speech 
of his life, a part of which I feel duty bound to give you. 
" Gentlemen," he said, " I feel highly honored in being able to 
address men so worthy of my efforts, and especially am I hon- 
ored in being called upon at such a time and under such auspi- 
cious circumstances. Your class is a glorious class ; it contains 
the best men I have yet met (cries of Right, Right), and you are 
all gentlemen (long and continued applause), worthy of the name 
of Sophomores, which you bear. ****** 
And yet, placed in this position, delicate as it is, I am neither 
able to do myself the justice which I am sure I deserve, nor am 
I able to associate with you as I feel sure you would have me do, 
for you have shown it by calling upon me so early in the game." 
He informed me afterwards that the Sophomores told him he was 
the freshest thing they had ever seen and that he had better go 
home and stay with his nurse for a few more years. Other cases 
similar to this one happened during that night, but none of 
them deserve mention alongside of "Nancy's" experience. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 1 5 

The next day was Friday, and, as has been already stated, it 
was the day on which the "rush" was to take place. Every- 
thing was quiet until after dinner that evening, when both 
classes began gathering together for the battle of strength. As 
is the custom, the Juniors helped us in showing us how to form 
our men ; they told us to keep in a compact body, to make all 
the noise we possibly could, and they exhorted us on ; but I say 
it, and on the authority of as truthful a man as I am able to find, 
Clarence Porter, that they did not lend us any assistance in the 
"rush." We formed on Dickinson Street, right resting on Uni- 
versity Place, with as large a class as has ever marched through 
the streets of Princeton. The line of march lay out Dickinson 
Street to Mercer, to Nassau, down Nassau and then on to the 
campus. We do not know how '94 arrived on the campus and 
at the cannon, but when we came they were there. There was 
no time for advice, none for orders, and we needed none, for we 
had been told what to do. We formed as solid a body as we 
possibly could, and with "Beef" Wheeler, Knox Taylor, Gus 
Holly, Harry Brown, "Doggy" Trenchard, Johnny Poe, Joe 
Flint and a few others in our front lines we made the first charge. 
It was received by '94 with much more resistance than we had 
expected, but both sides were completely broken. Both classes 
again formed, and the second charge was made, yet again the 
Sophomores held the cannon ; but on the third rush they began 
to weaken, and on the fourth we drove them from their position, 
and the cannon was ours at last. It was a glorious victory for 
us and one which we would put to good advantage in the base- 
ball game which was to come the following week. We celebrated 
'94's untimely departure by victorious cheers, such as they were. 
Some thoughtful soul secured a drum-corps, and we had a parade 
the like of which has never been seen in Princeton ; and when 
finally we separated, we were "fully convinced that we were the 
class and that there were none like unto us, a conviction which, 
I am proud to say, has remained in our minds ever since." 



l6 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

The days passed slowly now, for the excitement of the rush 
had died away, and there was nothing to do except to take off 
our hats and get off the sidewalks for our superiors in the day- 
time, and at night play waiter at one of the various clubs, or 
make speeches to their delight and edification, or make love to 
the moon, or chase your shadow over some barb-wire fence ! 
They were lovely days ! So full of sunshine and bright prospects. 
Could we only have been home then, how changed they would 
have been! But the next Monday the class baseball games 
began, and these changed the monotonous proceedings, though 
even in a small degree, until Saturday, when our hopes and 
ambitions were changed in a very great degree. Our game with 
the Sophomores was the event of the day, and it was a day that 
was long remembered by us all — by the Sophomores, for they 
won a victory, and by us, who suffered a painful defeat. Our 
team was composed of: 

Anderson Pitcher. 

BissELL .... Catcher. 

Otto First base. 

Thompson Second base. 

DiLLY Third base. 

Brooks Short stop. 

Blair Left field. 

Payne Centre field. 

Reynolds Right field. 

The game was a most exciting one ; it was closely and fiercely 
fought. I will never forget — will you i* — how those " Teddie 
Humph, Teddie Humph, Teddie Humphs " rang out from the 
bleachers every time Humphrey ran from the back stop to the 
plate. The game had progressed to the eighth inning, and we 
had the '94 team completely rattled — the score was 6 — 4 in their 
favor — when by a series of hits and stolen bases we got the bases 
full. Then Jake Otto came to the bat, and we all took courage, 



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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. I7 

believing that with his eagle eye, small brain, and massive arm, 
he could surely knock a "home run." No sooner had our hopes 
been raised than Jake hit the ball a terrific blow and sent it 
flying over Mackenzie's head ; but, alas ! that player made a 
phenomenal catch, and instead of us making four runs '94 made 
a triple play, and though you could still hear Chris Payne and 
"Porky" Brooks yelling from the side lines "Come in. Come 
in," yet they didn't come, and the game was lost. We didn't 
cheer very much as we came from the 'Varsity grounds that day, 
but kept our enthusiasm pent up for some future occasion. 

The next event of interest in our college life was the issuing 
of the customary Freshman Procs. They were posted one night 
by the members of our class, but it did not take long until every 
Sophomore was up and tearing them down. Jimmy Blair, I 
believe, went with a crowd to the Junction, but upon seeing a 
shadow of one of his own men, threw the bucket, which he was 
carrying, into the air and started for Princeton at full speed. 
The next morning his suit was covered with something white 
and awfully sticky, and turning to his room-mate he said, "Why, 
Porky, how in the deuce did I ever get this paste all over my 
clothes .'*" We knew, if Jimmy didn't. The Procs. were put up 
and were the talk of the town for the next few days ; but soon 
the commotion which they had caused died away, and the next 
thing on the programme was the cane-spree. 

There was the usual preliminary marching, the usual exchang- 
ing of compliments, and the singing of that old stand-by song of 

ours — 

Oh ! '95's the stuff, Oh ! '95 's the stuff; 

Oh ! '95's the stuff, the people say. 
Oh! '95's the stuff, Oh ! '95's the stuff; 

Oh ! '95"s the stuff, the people say, 

before the real event occurred. After doing up Nassau Street 
and the rest of the town we came on the campus by Twinkle 



l8 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

Young's observatory, past the gymnasium, and then formed in a 
semicircle directly in front of Witherspoon. The Sophomores 
then made their appearance and completed the circle. " Chubby " 
Lewis and "Reddy" Turner, the light-weight champions of '95 
and '94 respectively, were the first to appear. After a short, 
hard struggle Turner's training began to tell on Chubby's weak 
and untrained system, and he wrested the cane from him and 
was carried away on the shoulders of his cheering classmates. 
Of course, the excuse for the defeat was that "Chub" had eaten 
a hearty dinner shortly before, not knowing that he was to take 
part in such an important event. His bay window was broken 
by one of Turner's feet landing there, which lost him his wind, 
and without that Chubby is thoroughly useless. 

The middle-weight champions were then led into the arena. 
Goddess Luna, the charming chaperon, with her queenly debu- 
tantes, Venus, Saturn and the rest, watched from their lofty 
pinnacle. Eddie Munn got a shower of cheers from us, and 
Farnum got his share from the Sophomores. The spree was 
long and hotly contested ; Jack McMasters watched with his 
eagle eye to see "fair play" — the first round was over and no 
one had the cane. A minute's rest, and again they started at 
it, Ed getting the advantage, but still not being able to secure 
the cane. The third round started and finished with the cane 
in Ed's hands, and he, on our shoulders, was carried off to 
Witherspoon, right through the ranks of '94. It has always 
seemed strange to me, but it is an actual fact, that just as we 
had him in the midst of '94's crowd he embraced the opportunity 
and fainted ; and I noticed that it took a terrible lot of . . . water 
(of course) to bring him to. 

Another cheer broke forth, and it ushered into the ring — for 
us Joe Polcar, for '94 a man by the name of Streit. It happened 
that Mars and Jupiter were in conversation that night, and 
astromomers tell us that thus Jupiter spake to Mars: "Ha! 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95, I9 

Ha ! Mars, the Freshman looks like Achilles, the son of Peleus, 
King of the Myrmidones. The other, methinks, resembles 
Hector, the son of Priam. 'Twill be a glorious battle ; so come, 
war-loving Mars, let us go down to the walls of the city and 
view the battle from the top of Witherspoon, for again me 
thinketh that the Freshman can win the battle, and 'twill be a 
beautiful sight to see them carry off the spoils." So he spake ; 
and together, swift flyers, they came down and watched the 
battle. It is hard to relate how Jupiter could so easily pick out 
the winner, but he did it to perfection, for thrice did Joe chase 
that man around the walls (not of Troy, but of our solid phalanx). 
They fought and struggled only for a few moments — our Achilles 
made one final lurch and — the Sophomore lay prone on the earth. 
Joe had the cane ; we celebrated our victory, for we had won 
two out of the three contests, and Jupiter and Mars returned 
home, well paid for their evening's trip. The cane-spree had 
taken place and we were the victors, with '94 once more " snowed 
under." 

But if I were to go on in this way you might think, dear 
reader, that our Freshman year was a long series of fights with 
'94. On the contrary, it was a year marked by some very hard 
work. Our class as a whole worked harder then, I believe, than 
at any subsequent period. "We were delivered over to the 
tender mercies of Dr. Cameron," who taught us how to ^* observe 
the accuracy of the Greeks!' We plunged into the depths of the 
"prince of Roman historians" under the guidance of " Livy " 
Wescott and read Livy with the aid of "Baby" Smith. But the 
greatest "snap" we had was — was itf — Mathematics. Do you 
remember how we went to Harry Fine for Algebra in the morn- 
ings — quaking, fearing and trembling, and to Horse's Thompson 
for Geometry in the afternoon .-' Oh ! what glory ! What uncon- 
fined bliss ! Well, we went to Harry one morning as usual for 
Algebra, and were all given some examples in quadrate equations 



20 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 

to solve. Phil Walker got the example 'jx^ — 5 =r t^x"^ — 13, and 
when he came to explain it he tried to show Professor how the 
values of x could be both real and imaginary. This display of 
ignorance was too much for Prof., and Phil's attempt to show 
how much Mathematics he had brought with him from the 
Prep. Schqpl, was rewarded by that simple but nevertheless 
expressive sentence which we have all heard so often, "That's 
sufficient, sir; you may take your seat." And in Geometry 
"Knockers" Stone tried to distinguish himself by the brilliant 
flow of his eloquence and the nerve with which he tried to bluff 
Horse's into thinking that he knew something about the 
problems under discussion ; but Geometry always remained 
a sealed book to Willie, and others of us found that Prof, was a 
hard man to bluff. 

About this time came the divisional exams. There were 
many disappointed ones, who were " sure there must have been 
some funny business, or else they would have gotten first 
group." There were many also who missed second group by 
just yi^ of a unit, and still more who wound up in the fifth and 
sixth divisions, not to speak of that happy set of "pollers" 
which constituted the fourth. 

There followed in quick succession the trials for the 'Varsity 
Glee Club, the Fall Handicap Games, the bulleting of " divis- 
ionals," and many other things ; but you all know how they 
resulted, so they do not bear repetition. Suffice it to say that 
John Cowden Harding, Charlie Candee and Christy Payne made 
the Glee Club ; Thacher, James, McNulty, Koehler and Walter 
Davis predominated on the track ; and the first divisions in 
Classics and Mathematics consisted of : 

Classics. — H. Bergen, Bissell, Bone, Bowman, Bradner, D. 
Brown, Butler, Carter, Cooke, Corwin, Crawford, Darby, Dechant, 
Frame, Harrison, Hartzler, Hatch, Huntington, Huston, Jan- 
vier, McNulty, Payne, Pease, Piatt, Polcar, Urban, Wells. 

Mathematics. — Anderson, Bissell. Bowman, D. Brown, Butler, 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '9$. 21 

Carpenter, Carter, Cochran, Cooke, W. Davis, Dechant, Dunn, 
Ewing, Harrison, Hatch, Imbrie, Irvine, Janvier, Jessup, Koeh- 
ler, Libby, Lord, Lukens, McNitt, McNulty, Payne, Seymour, 
Wadhams, Weeks, Wells. 

Football now began to attract our attention. Our class con- 
tributed a large number of men to the 'Varsity squad, a larger 
number to the "scrub," and those who did not get on either, 
made up a rattling good team for the class. There was a class 
meeting, held in the old chapel, at which Mr. Edward Ely 
Scovill, of No. 640 Madison Avenue, New York City, was 
elected manager, and "Jesse" James temporary captain. So 
they got to work — Ed arranging games, Jesse picking his team ; 
and I verily believe that if there ever was a howling fizzle, it 
consisted of this combination, or, rather, it consisted of Ed 
alone. Jesse got all the men out, viewed them with that search- 
ing eye of his, and then picked the team. As soon as he had 
done this he got them together for a meeting — for the election 
of a permanent captain. One of the fellows told me — and it is 
only modesty that prevents me mentioning his name — that 
Jesse addressed them in this wise : " I have selected you, fel- 
lows, as my assistants in helping to uphold the honor of our 
class on the football field. I can, of myself, do nothing ; so, if 
elected permanent captain, I shall look to you for guidance and 
assistance. With such men as you, defeat is impossible, — and 
in victory you shall share the honor with me." It is needless 
to say that he was elected permanent captain, and his ambitions, 
for the time being, satisfied. I don't think Ed Scovill arranged 
more than two games ; but Jesse, of himself, arranged a good 
schedule ; and be it said to his credit, and to that of our Fresh- 
man team, that they upheld the honor of our class superbly, 
never once having suffered defeat ; so that all the Freshmen 
classes since then have taken our team as a model, and have 
tried to pattern after it. 

I would do great injustice to many men of The Class if I 



22 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

failed to mention the services they gave and the wounds they 
received as members of the "Freshman Scrub" — "Heffilfinger" 
at centre, " Kid Carroll " at quarter, *'* Mike " Furness on one 
end, Thacher on the other, and last, but not least, Noah Loder 
as one or both of the guards, according as he felt inclined. 
Our Freshman team consisted of : 

H. Brown — Trenchard Left end. 

Job Reynolds Left tackle. 

POLCAR — McFarland Left guard. 

Sandow Beveridge Centre. 

Pop Pease Right guard. 

Hugh Hodge Right tackle. 

Joe Bunting Right end. 

A. Hodge — Morse Quarter-back. 

FuLPER— Munn Left half-back. 

Captain James Right half-back. 

Anderson— Cochran Full-back. 

They played more games than any previous Freshman team 
had done. They behaved themselves exceptionally well ; that 
is, did not get home-sick when away from College, and left 
behind them such good impressions and such grand victories 
that, I think, the games they played and the scores of each 
should be recorded. They are here given : 

'95 vs. Princeton Preparatory School 18 — o 

'95 vs. Hill School .... 22—0 

'95 vs. Lehigh '95 18 — 4 

'95 vs. Princeton Preparatory School 28 — o 

'95 vs. Stephens' Institute Scrub 32 — o 

'95 vs. Lawrenceville 20 — o 

'95 vs. Columbia '95 32 — o 

Then came the football games of the 'Varsity with the Uni- 
versity of Pennsylvania and Yale. Of the former we might 
talk long and loud, for we defeated her 24 — o. But of the latter, 
the less said the better, for Yale wasn't satisfied with a couple 
of touchdowns ; but McCormick kicked a beauty goal from the 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 23 

field, which made the score 19 — o. We came home — does some 
one say crestfallen ? Oh, no ! but thoroughly soaked, for it 
didn't do a thing that day but pour down rain, and thus added 
insult to injury. Our class was represented in these games, 
and in all the others, by "Beef" Wheeler, Gus Holly, Johnny 
Poe and Joe Flint — a mighty good showing for a Freshman 
class. 

There was little of excitement after our return from the Yale 
game, so we polled hard and perfected our musical organization, 
which had been started by this time. "Pop" Pease had been 
elected leader of the Glee Club; and "Funny" Foulke, by some 
sort of strategy, "pulled" the leadership of the Banjo Club. 
Trials had been held, and everything was going on smoothly, 
when a great commotion was caused in the class by the discov- 
ery of a great soloist — vocal, you understand — Mr. Charles 
Hamilton. Nothing would do but that he must sing a solo on 
the club, so after much arguing — more coaxing, which pleased 
him immensely — he finally consented to try. So "Pop" went 
to Philadelphia, and thence to Boner's, to find a song that would 
suit Charlie's voice, but he returned thoroughly disheartened, 
for among all the songs and ditties which they had he could not 
find one that would suit such a voice as our wonderful soloist 
possessed; therefore there was much rejoicing when "Hamy" 
himself came to the rescue by saying that, " I have a song which 
I used to sing at home for all the girls." Of course he was 
asked to sing it, and what should it be but that old-time ballad, 
"The Prodigal Son." 

I was present when he warbled, and if you had been there, 
dear reader, I verily believe you would have collapsed. "Pop" 
simply shouted, Tom Pierson almost had a fit, even "Pat" 
Murphy cracked a smile, but " Mother " Brady, the manager (who 
deserves only passing mention), said, " Oh it's so good ! It's 
so good ! He must sing it on the club," that Fred finally yielded 
and " Hamy " sang his solo. He really did much better than we 



24 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

had expected, and only once did he lose his ally and that was at 
Kingston, the first concert, where he got his words so badly 
tangled that it busted up the Glee Club, though it never fazed 
Charlie's everlasting nerve. 

In December we held another class meeting to elect a Wash- 
ington's Birthday Orator and Debater. John Hamilton Thacher, 
of Kansas City, Mo., was elected Orator, and Dexter Mason 
Ferry Weeks (commonly known as "Fod"), of Webster, N. Y., 
Debater, and they represented us in grand style when the 
twenty-second of February came. 

Christmas vacation was welcomed by us all, not because life 
here was such a torture and bore to us, not because it was made 
miserable by the Sophomores, nor because there was any better 
place than Princeton, but because we had worked so hard and had 
studied so faithfully during the term that we felt a rest would 
do us good. Besides, most of us had not seen our " pumpkins " 
since September, and this was an item worth considering. And 
so with this feeling of relief we left Princeton for the Christmas 
vacation of our Freshman year. Could I begin to tell the inci- 
dents that happened to us all during those few weeks, they 
would fill several good-sized books. Everybody brought some 
tale back with him, and everybody thought his own the best. 

We returned after two weeks' rest, and it was just such one 
of these stories that almost got "Jake " Otto into some difficulty. 
We were having a " spread " on " Porky " Brooks the Saturday 
night after we got back, up in Jake's room, V, University Hall. 
The " spread " was disappearing rapidly and we had come to the 
tenth course, which consisted of "Cigarettes and Stories," when 
Jake voluntarily suggested the first one, and began by telling an 
experience he had had during the vacation, which was not up to 
the standard we had adopted — and I don't wish any one to criti- 
cise that standard. We demanded that he should stop, but he 
would not, so in self-defence we bombarded him with turkey 
bones, baked potatoes, or rather their leavings, and with every 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 2$ 

conceivable remnant that we could find. From that day to this 
Jake has never ventured to tell another story, or any other of 
his many experiences. 

In those days, and in those nights when things are " cold and 
dark and dreary," the high muck-a-muck, the good old sport, 
and the Edward's poller all get in their good work. Our Fresh- 
man year was no exception—" Gywad " Herrick and H. Lake 
Crawford came down off their society perch and got to business ; 
" Perk," Phil Walker, " Tranian " and that awful tank, Jimmy 
Hayes, had Bob Anderson's closed, so the temptation would not 
be great and they would have a chance for burning their mid- 
night oil ; the " pollers " worked twice as hard, if not harder, 
and examinations were on. I do not believe any one in our class 
had the nerve to present his resignation to the Faculty at this 
time, but lots wished they had done so a little later. Most of 
us, however, got through all right, "batches" of us got a condi- 
tion or two, but a matter like that "cuts no ice " when compared 
to being dropped. " Freddie " Wilson made several enemies — 
men who ought never have been conditioned received at least 
one or two, and they never saw such injustice — so they said. 
Poor Professors ! If they took to heart all that students say, 
if they listened to the justice and injustice which they are 
claimed to have shown, and if they heeded the charges of par- 
tiality, what an awful life they would lead ! But cheer up, 
Professors ! All is not lost ! We respect you and we like you, 
and whether you condition us or whether you do not, we admire 
you just the same. 

The second term of Freshman year opened on Thursday, 
February ii, 1892. To some it seemed as though they were 
just beginning Freshman year; there were others who didn't 
feel that way at all, but who discovered that they had been here 
a little too long. Our class lost at this time about ten men, and 
if any new ones did enter they certainly did not compensate for 
the ones we lost. If a man gets through Freshman year he has 



26 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

some license for living, for if he flunks after this he can drop 
back to the following class ; but woe to the man who fails in 
February of this same year, for there is nothing for him to do 
but to go out into the "cold, cold world," and wait for a better 
season. So it happened that some few had to depart from 
among us — some of them came back and are now members of 
the class of '96, others never returned, yet they are remembered 
by us all, and in whatever walks of life we meet them we will 
always greet them with a hearty welcome and a good old hand- 
shake. 

"The winter months at Princeton are the time when all the 
deviltry in the nature of the average student crops out" — and 
that's no lie. From the time examinations stopped, the Sopho- 
mores began to "raise Cain" in order to make a grand finish 
before Washington's Birthday arrived. The tower was painted 
and repainted by us, though I must confess that on our part this 
was rather a failure, for in the first place we did not know how 
to go about it, and in the second we ran decidedly short of paint ; 
the town had been thoroughly coated with green '95s accom- 
panied with delicate epithets and orange '94s ; once again we 
had to remove our hats and vacate the sidewalks, and the climax 
was reached when '94's prayer was answered and the first snow 
of the season visited Princeton. 
We had heard all about 

" — , the snow, the beautiful snow, 
Filling the sky and the earth below ; 
Over the house-tops, over the street, 
Over the heads of the people you meet," 

— what it looked like, what it was composed of, where it came 
from, and of the exact amount of time which one flake consumed 
in travelling from Mother Goose to the Earth; but we had lived 
in "snowy innocence" of the question — what snow felt like .-• 
Our lofty elms, snow-capped ; our beautiful campus, snow- 
clad ; and the daring little birds, snow-crowned, contrasted 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 2/ 

grandly with us, snow-fed and snow-balled until we saw 
"snow" crystalled. In this way it did not take us long to find 
out what snow really felt like, for the moment we presented our- 
selves upon the campus we were received with a shower of 
snowballs which did credit to the Sophomore class. We could 
turn in no direction — but there was an armful of snowballs 
waiting the opportunity of being used. To be candid, we 
did not care to turn around ; our business was to get on and 
off the campus, in and out of classes and to our rooms as 
best and as fast as we could. We stood this thing just as long 
as we could — then our peaceful natures revolted, we determined 
to assert our rights and to prove to '94 who we were and where 
we were at. So the snowball fight came off in earnest. 

Had I the gift of poetry, which pervades so profusely the life 
and soul of Lady Nelson, Soc Huston, or Buck Masters, I would 
be able to describe that battle in lines which would go down to 
posterity with Homer's Iliad or Virgil's -^neid. Alas ! I have 
not. Even my ambitious pen cannot trace in prose words that 
do justice to it. Accept this apology : It was winter. Spotless 
snow covered the ground. The dark, dim light of a January 
afternoon was shedding its rays across the front campus, or 
rather, the dim, dark rays of an afternoon's light in January were 
shedding — I don't know who was shedding. Anyway, it was 
afternoon. Shouts of battle smote the air. The wind blew keen 
and cold. The ether was crowded with a rich profusion of 
beautiful snowflakes, and snowballs. The battle was on. Men 
with slouch hats shot past the lampposts and into the darkness 
of battle ; strong men rolled up their trousers — to keep them 
from getting in the way; the wine-list carried snow in buckets — 
thus rushing the "growler;" the brave exhorted the Proctors to 
keep away, but the timid bore the brunts on cheek and jowl. 
We drove from the campus those of the Sophomores who were 
able to move, we nursed the wounded and bleeding, and then we 
raised our banner on the flagpole of 



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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 



" Victory ! 
Closed is the brunt of the glorious fight." 

John Poe, Beef, and Jess James had a photograph taken imme- 
diately after the battle — for what purpose I am sure I do not 
know — and as they went to this trouble and expense it seems to 
me that they ought to be recompensed for it in some way; so if 
some of you will just go over to Rose's I am sure you can buy 
all the pictures that you desire and thus keep fresh in your 
memory some of the objectionable things of Freshman year. 
Thanks to Johnny Degnan and Mat Goldie, snowballing was now 
a thing of the past, and we lived in peace once more. 

The twenty-second of February arrived on schedule time — 
rather strange thing to do — so we decided to celebrate George's 
Birthday. We all liked George ; he was a hale, open-hearted, 
well-met fellow, was his father's pride and our joy. He often 
got three sheets in the wind, he was very fond of yachting, and 
he knew a good thing when he saw it ; but the two things he 
never did were that he never told a lie and never polled, and so 
we have always remembered our George by the former George. 
I believe it was George Gould who conceived the bright idea of 
hanging two characters, well known in Princeton's society, from 
the gallery of the gymnasium ; so we started off the morning 
exercises by dangling these from the balcony : 





I AM Harry. 



I AM Frank. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 29 

which certainly had the desired effect. Then we distributed 
small cards through the audience, which ran as follows : 



Venimus! 


Vidimus ! 


Vicimus ! 


'94 


'94 


'94 


Lost 


Lost 


Lost 


Rush 


Cane-spree 


Snow- fight 


To '94- 







Mene, Mene, Tekel Upharsin. 

And with this lesson to '94 we bid them "cheer up," for we 
promised not to hurt them any more and to forgive and forget 
all enmity with them. 

At the morning exercises John Thacher completely covered 
himself with glory, and his oration on "Ormazd and Ahriman" 
was said to be the best by all right-minded men. In the after- 
noon's sports we took prizes in Beef putting the i6-lb. shot and 
in Johnny Poe winning the middle-weight wrestling, which he 
did too easy. Then in the evening Fod Weeks made his little 
speech; but a Freshman never gets a show at the 'y^ Prize 
Debates, and Fod was no exception. Not because he wasn't 
out-of-sight, nor worse than any of the other debaters, but simply 
because the judges make it a rule never to favor the Freshman ; 
— there could be no other cause for our defeat, as you all well 
know. 

Baseball now came in vogue. Practice had begun in the cage, 
and all the candidates went there daily to develop the material, 
a great deal of which was supposed to be hidden in our class ; 
and this reminds me of the first day on which practice started, 
for thereby hangs a very "funny story." It was earnestly 
requested that all men who had ever played baseball at all should 
report at the cage and place themselves among the candidates. 
Accordingly Jake Otto, Chris Payne, Jimmy Blair, "Porky" 
Brooks, "Keg" Neill and Dan Piatt made their appearance at 
the appointed hour. Captain Young told them to go to the 



30 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 

dressing-room ancf change their clothes, which they readily did, 
after which they were ushered into the cage and began their base- 
ball career by fielding grounders. Everything went lovely for a 
short time, but then a terrible mishap befell Dan. It happened 
that he had put on one of his old baseball suits, the trousers of 
which were extremely tight and apparently very old. A speedy 
grounder was sent to him, and as he stooped to field it there was 
a report like the firmg of a cannon, and there he stood with his 
trousers ripped from top to bottom. He stood abashed. Tears 
fell from his eyes, and a figure such as any nymph might envy was 
displayed to view. Poor Dan ! He was driven from the cage 
by the laughter and shouting, by the jeering and hooting, and 
by the guying and hissing of that unsympathetic multitude. He 
did not appear for practice next day, which caused the captain 
a great deal of trouble, as he thought Dan might be a star and 
wanted to give him full show. 

No sooner had the excitement of this episode died away than 
another one followed. Just like thunderstorms in the spring, as 
one passes away another more severe follows, or like the coming 
of conditions — first one and then others — so things happened in 
the cage that afternoon. Well, after they had fielded grounders 
for a while they were told to line up and, at a given signal, to 
run to the e7id of the cage. So everybody lined up and waited 
for the signal. It was given in an instant ; everybody started, 
and stopped when they got to the end, except Jake, Chris, Jim, 
Pork and Billy, who turned around and started back again. 
They arrived at the other end, only to turn again and do the 
same thing over. The onlookers couldn't imagine what was the 
matter; some thought they were having a game of "tag, you're 
it," others wondered if it was a six-days-go-as-hard-as-you-can, 
and others thought it the preliminary trials for the relay race in 
June. When the captain finally could control himself he ran out 
into the middle of the cage, waved his hands frantically in the 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 3I 

air and at the same time yelled, "Stop ! stop ! stop ! " — and when 
at length he succeeded in stopping them, he asked what they 
were trying to do. Chris said he understood that they were to 
keep on running until told to stop ; Jake thought the man would 
get on the team who had the best wind, for then he could run bases 
for the other fellows, and he wanted to show that they had just 
as good runners in Buffalo as they had in Titusville or Scran- 
ton ; then the "Keg" put his face in it and said that they hadn't 
any such thing and that "I'll run yez for mon, any day." Neither 
"Porky" nor Jim uttered a word ; Pork bit his fingers and looked 
at Jim ; Jim rubbed his hands, looked at his feet, and then began 
to cry like the little schoolgirl who gets mad and takes her dolly 
home. Captain Young then explained to them that this was 
merely practice for starting and running bases and was not the 
trial for a two-mile run. 

Easter vacation was welcomed right gladly by most of us ; I 
say most of us, because there are some who live too far from 
Princeton to visit home during Easter holidays, and for these 
the few days of rest are rather an incumbrance, for they either 
have to remain here or loaf around the larger cities of the East, 
which, unless their pocket-books are filled, is not such a pleasant 
thing to do. Some few were invited to spend Easter vacation 
with friends, but Freshman year is a hard time to make acquaint- 
ances and have them last. However, these days soon passed 
away, and we came back to work and play baseball. 

Our class team had been formed by this time, and with just 
about the same amount of nerve with which Jess James secured 
the captaincy of the football team so Rufus Choate went about 
baseball, and after being appointed temporary captain was soon 
afterwards made permanent. Rufus, though a fine player, did 
not make a very good captain, so he resigned in favor of Jake 
Otto, who didn't make the 'Varsity after all ; in fact, the only 
two who did were Pork and Doggy Trenchard. Keg Neill didn't 



32 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

even make the Freshman team, but he hoo-dooed Joe Flint — the 

manager— into letting him buy a suit ; so Billy paid eight bones 

and a half and in this way got his '95 baseball uniform. You 

know we used to practice on an old diamond over in the west 

corner of the field, and every day Billy would put on his suit 

and then come out and bat grounders to the team, which was 

composed of — 

Harry Snyder ) n-^ i. 

T Tr XT V Pitchers. 

JOHN Van Nortvvick > 

Hank Bissell Catcher. 

Jake Otto I it- * u 

,^ ^ > First base. 

Pop Pease ) 

RuFUS Choate Second base. 

Bobin Francis Short stop. 

Georgie Gould Third base. 

Jim Blair Left field. 

Chris Payne Centre field. 

Walter Davis Right field. 

Substitutes and Sluggers— Keg Neill, Fred Norris, Chappie Biddle, 
Others. 

Manager— Ruby Flint. 

Scorer, boot and suit cleanser, and general sup. — J, Windsor Decker. 

The games they played and the scores of each are given 
below : 

'95 vs. Princeton Prep 10 — 3 

'95 vs. Pennington 5—0 

'95 vs. Pennington 8—2 

'95 vs. Yale . . i — 2 

'95 vs. Lawrenceville 1 — 4 

The second term of our Freshman year was rapidly passing 
away, and right sorry we were to see it go. The saying has 
become proverbial in Princeton, and I verily believe it applied 
to 'Ninety-five, that the majority of a class do their hardest and 
most studious work during Freshman year. We have always 
been considered as a class which stood for work, honor and 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 33 

obedience, and it was for this reason that our presence as a 
factor for good had already begun to be felt. 

"So our first year closed. There are many reasons why it was 
one of the pleasantest years of our course. Novelty added 
greatly to the charm of everything which we did and saw. To 
be a collegian was in itself a most pleasing fact to contemplate. 
We were not — at least the majority of us were not — fully alive 
to our responsibilities, and then we were all fellow-travellers 
starting on our pilgrimage along the road of learning. Friend- 
ships were formed, many of which will last long after we have 
left these classic shades and walks for the scenes of active life. 
Many of us thought college a big joke, and we saw the world all 
dressed up in its holiday clothes. We took things just as they 
came, undisturbed by the fact that one day we would have to 
view everything from a physiological, psychological, metaphysi- 
cal or ethical basis, as the case might demand. So, in blissful 
ignorance of the stern realities of life, we lived and talked and 
laughed and joked and sang, studied some and played a great 
deal. The sun seemed all the brighter because we did not know 
that it was 93,000,000 miles away, and our good deeds to others 
seemed all the better because we were not conscious of the fact 
that we were Altruistic Utilitarians and the doing of good was 
inevitable. We lived regardless of the laws of Physics, and 
spent our money totally ignoring the fundamental postulates of 
Political Economy ; and still, notwithstanding all this, we delight 
to recall the memories" of those days when we were young and 
childlike. 

Where, Oh where, are the verdant Freshmen ? 

Where, Oh where, are the verdant Freshmen ? 

Where, Oh where, are the verdant Freshmen? 
Safe now in the Sophomore Class. 

They've gone out from Horse's Thompson. 

They've gone out from Horse's Thompson. 

They've gone out from Horse's Thompson. 
Safe now in the Sophomore Class. 
3 



CHAPTER II. 

Sophomore? V(far. 



Sophomore Year opened brightly on Wednesday, September 
21, 1892, and I need not say that the boys returned promptly in 
order to assert their new-born rights. In fact, we had been 
waiting all summer for the opening day of College, so anxious 
were we to get back and retrieve the wrongs of Freshman year. 
Lots of us came back before College opened — some because 
they wanted to have a real good time before they were put under 
the bans of restriction, and others because they had received 
some conditions in June and had been invited by the Faculty to 
return a trifle early and remove them before they began the 
active duties of another year. The rest of us got here the day 
College opened or a day or two late, and some didn't get back 
at all. Noah Loder went into the world of business, so did Funny 
Foulke and Buckie Hall ; Puss Hammill and Mary Anderson 
dropped back to '96, and a few '94 men came back to us, knowing 
that they would have a much better time. John Poe was no longer 
with us — he had left the latter part of Freshman year, and now 
we heard from him as the coach of the University of Virginia 
football team. "Doggy" Dunlop, after having busted all the 
roulettes and spinning-wheels in this part of the country, had 
also taken his abode at that worthy institution and spent his 
time in driving four-in-hands and tandems and doing many other 
things of the same character. And so, with the remainder of 
our Freshman class, and with the addition of a few fresh Sopho- 

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mores, we started on the second year of our college course and 
advanced still further along the road of learning. 

Webster says that the word Sophomore has generally been 
considered as an "American barbarism" and that it was probably 
introduced into this country, at a very early period, from the 
University of Cambridge, for at that university we find the word 
Soph-Mor as "the next distinctive appellation to Freshman." 
Other authorities claim that the word comes from the Greek 
words cro^o? and /tw/jo?, a Wise-Fool. And now, whether we 
were large and square sons of old Nassau, or American barba- 
rians, or wise fools, you will have to judge. One thing I do 
know, and that is we were Sophomores through and through, 
from head to foot and from foot to head, and I have lots of evi- 
dence as proof of this statement. Why, there's Dick Brown. 
Dick's a queer fellow ; he's one of those light-haired, pink-eyed, 
rabbit-faced devils who are always wanted where they are not, 
and not where they are wanted. Well, he and his mate Bissell 
came down from Exeter thinking that they were most everybody ^ 
for they happened to know all the Exeter fellows who went to 
Harvard and the University of Pennsylvania. We soon "sized 
them up" for what they were, and though Biss soon got enough 
sense in his head to behave himself properly, Dick still thought 
he was the biggest man in the class. 

Now it happened that with the Freshman class there came a 
few who needed some hazing, among whom was one Josh Billings 
— a nice boy and one fit to gaze upon. And with the beginning 
of our Sophomore year a new Proctor took charge of things, and 
the result was that the combination of Sophomores, Freshmen 
and new Proctor didn't work very well — and, need I say, not to 
our advantage. 

Well, to return to the story I was trying to tell, Dick heard 
of this man Billings and wanted to go see him. So he got a 
crowd of fellows and probed over to Mrs. B's, on Dickinson 



36 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

Street, and walked up to Josh's room. Things were going along 
smoothly and the boys were having a fine time — Josh was acting 
the fool to perfection and was obeying Dick's biddings, and the 
crowd was becoming very boisterous, when Mrs. B. heard the 
racket and thought things had better stop. So she sent for our 
new Proctor, who came rushing over to the house, so anxious 
was he to report the case. Up the steps he came, biff — bang — biff, 
making just about as much noise as Putnam must have made 
when he dashed down the hundred steps and escaped from the 
British forces. Those who had any sense at all knew that some- 
thing was coming, and so jumped out of the window onto the roof 
of the porch and then slid down the posts to the ground ; others 
hid under divans and in closets, but Dick and Billy Neill stood 
in the middle of the floor and welcomed him in. Perhaps some 
of you say that they were the only nervy ones of the crowd, and 
that the others were cowards and traitors ; but let me say right 
here that it don't take much nerve to meet a Proctor, and the 
man who don't try to get out of his way is, as Ducky Teal would 
say, a "darn fool," The facts of the case are that Dick and 
Billy tried their hardest to get out, but the crowd got ahead of 
them and so they had to meet their fate. Those who had hidden 
in the room were also caught, and those who thought they had 
escaped were terribly fooled, for the next week the whole crowd 
received summons from the Faculty. When they made their 
appearance they were politely told that their presence would not 
be needed for a month or so, so they all took their departure. 
I was down at the depot — if we may call it such — when the train 
pulled out, and until the last car rounded the curve by the 
Brokaw Memorial Field you could hear sweet refrains coming 
back about our new Proctor. 

College life went on just the same, and although we lost a 
couple of our prominent hazers others came forward and took their 
places. Perk became prominent for the brave way in which he 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 37 

would tackle one Freshman, if he was backed by a good number 
of his crowd ; Jim Blair for the way in which he would 
knock Freshmen off the sidewalk ; and Brady, with his 
sardonic smile, for the way in which he would say, "Take 
off your hat, Freshman." But I believe the best hazer we 
had in the class was Ed Munn — I don't think. Ed had been 
told that he was to run for football treasurer, so every time he'd 
see anybody hazing, he would come trotting up with the remon- 
strance, "Don't do this, boys. Don't you know we aren't 
allowed to haze .-'" And then turning to the Freshman he'd lock 
arms and start off home with him, at the same time whispering, 
"That's all right, brother. They didn't mean to hurt you, and 
so don't cry any more. You can get home all right now, and 
you won't be bothered after this. My name is Munn, of East 
Orange, N. J. Good night to you, and don't forget who I am." 
That's about the way Ed hazed, though once or twice he forgot 
himself and did do some pretty good hazing. I remember one 
occasion, where Ed, Henk, Harny Koch and " Sport " Porter, 
together with a few others, got in their good work. A Fresh- 
man had refused to take off his hat at somebody's order, and 
consequently was "spotted." He happened to be a Texas 
boy, and didn't take much to that sort of thing, and though he 
had threatened to shoot six or eight of us, he had not as yet 
harmed any. So these fellows got a hold of him one night and 
took him down in Brown to a room where they had a bundle of 
shingles stored. Faile — for that was the Freshman's name — 
was thoroughly searched, and finding no firearms about his per- 
son, he was told to remove his coat and trousers. This he 
reluctantly did, and then they compelled him to get down on 
hands and knees and to crawl under a desk, which they had 
selected for their purpose, until his head rested against the wall 
The desk was a flat-topped one and was very broad, so that it 
could easily hold four Sophomores at a time. The shingles were 



38 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95, 

gotten out, and the boys then arranged themselves on the desk, 
and as each man counted his number — i — 2 — 3 — 4 — they played 
a good old-fashioned game of "Hot-rump" with Faile. He 
didn't sit down for a few days after that, and he always remem- 
bered to take off his hat and to step off the sidewalk until the 
end of hazing time. 

Class elections then took place, and we knew just about whom 
we wanted for these offices, a feeling quite different from the 
one we had a year ago. No man, unless he has passed through 
Freshman year, can realize what a wonderful change takes place 
when he comes to his Sophomore year. Though Princeton is 
just the same, and though things move on as usual, yet the tran- 
sition from the "under dog" to the upper one makes the great- 
est possible change in the lives of most men. We had been able 
to judge during the year gone by who would make good leaders 
for Sophomore year, and we all arrived at the conclusion that 
Thomas G. Trenchard, of Church Hill, Md., would be our best 
leader; so "Doggy" was unanimously elected President; L. 
Frederic Pease, Vice-President ; Arthur R. Teal, Secretary ; and 
Theodore S. Huntington, Treasurer ; and we learned to know 
during the year that we had made no mistake in choosing them. 
When " Doggy " was present he led us on to victory, and when 
he was compelled to be absent, Pop took his place, and Duck 
and Hunny both filled their positions as well as could be 
desired. 

We had a "rush," or a feint, at one — the night after College 
opened ; but it didn't amount to anything, as the Freshmen 
took to their heels, and so neither class won a victory. The 
class baseball game was won by us, 8 — 6, and so we soon found 
that the Freshman Class didn't amount to much, and knew that 
we would have an easy time. Things went along just the same ; 
the worrying and annoying of the new Proctor, the hazing and 
guying of Freshmen, and the noise, the rattle and the bang of 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 39 

US — the Sophomores — still continued. Up to this time we 
always had held the cane-spree in the night, but the Faculty now 
forbid this ; so it was held on the afternoon of the Fall Handi- 
cap Games, and was thus made another factor in the production 
of money for the Track Association ; but it made no difference 
to us, when or where the cane-spree took place, as far as win- 
ning it was concerned. Frank Reynolds was defeated by 
Turner, '96, in the light-weight spree ; but Charlie Cochran 
defeated Hearn, '96, in the middle-weight, and Billy MacColl 
defeated Faile, '96, in the heavy-weight ; so these gave us vic- 
tory once again. 

The Freshmen then tried to put out their proclamations ; but 
before the paste had begun to dry on them they were torn down 
in Princeton and the surrounding country by squads of our 
class which had been despatched to every place. Our procs. 
were then put out, and no one dared to tear them down ; so 
they remained posted for a long time, and were the topic of 
conversation of farmers, visitors and all those who did not know 
what they were. 

It was about this time — that is, somewhere along the last of 
October — that Perk took it into his head to go to New York to 
see his father, who was on business there. He met him at the 
hotel, and Perk, as is befitting a son, told his papa of all the 
things he had been doing — of how hard he had been studying, 
of the studies he was taking, and, in his estimation, of the ones 
he thought were especially hard and those which were some- 
what simpler. 

Would that all of us were in Perk's position ; that we could, 
at least, distinguish the difficult studies from the easier ones ! 
Look at Howard Colby, who even has to go to Ollie Parker and 
pay him $1.50 to pick out the "snaps " for him ; gaze on Jimmy 
Hayes, as he stands in the corner of Kid Barton's room every 
night from 7.30 to 9.30 and recites the lesson, word for word, as 



40 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

Barton dictates it ; and then look at Mike Furness, who, since 
the Honor System has gone into effect, has been conditioned 
time and again. No wonder we praise Perk for his intellectual 
ability. 

Well, they had dinner, and started down-town, Perk saying 
that he would go as far as Broadway and Twenty-third Street 
with his father ; but there he would have to leave him, as he 
was going to see a couple of friends — a Mr. Koster and a Mr. 
Bial. Everything went lovely until they came to the corner of 
the above-named streets, and were just about to depart, when a 
lady came walking by. Of course, as is his custom. Perk paid 
no attention to her ; but things were quite different on her part, 
for she recognized an old-time friend, and would not pass him 
by. So she "trotted" up to him most coquettishly, and, extend- 
ing her daintily-gloved hand, said, laughing : "Why, hello Perk ! 
I'm awfully glad to see you. When did you get here .-* " and 
then, pleadingly, "Why didn't you write me you were coming ? " 
At that moment you could have sold Perk for a two-cent piece, 
for he was completely undone and didn't know what to do. He 
had left, however, that one redeeming feature of his, which has 
served him to good advantage on so many occasions, and, per- 
haps (who knows .■'), will help him just as much in many more ; 
so to this he immediately resorted. He collected that whole 
bundle, bag, cartload of nerve, — common, every-day gall — which 
he possesses, and, turning to his father, in a happy, jovial man- 
ner, and showing total ignorance of his admirer, said: "Why, 
father, who's your friend } " But Mr. Perkins didn't take the 
joke that way, and Perk did not go to see his friends that night. 
His dona fide (.■') esteemer was grievously offended, and, it is 
needless to say, at the same time, highly insulted ; and Si came 
back to Princeton completely broken down, as a result of this 
shock and his father's reprimand. 

The trials for the 'Varsity Glee, Banjo and Mandolin Clubs 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 4I 

were now held, and many of us tried again, and others for the 
first time, for these clubs— each as he was respectively fitted. 
Hardy Crawford, Pop Pease, Pat Murphy and John Garrett 
made the Glee Club ; Walter Lord and Stanley McCormick the 
Banjo Club ; and John Garrett, Stanley McCormick and Leigh 
Wyman the Mandolin Club. At the trials, however, there were 
some very funny episodes, and the oddest of all was the way in 
which Willie Stone affected the Glee Club judges. After ask- 
ing him his name, address and the part for which he was trying, 
he was requested to run the scale, which he did very well. He 
was then given a piece to read at sight, and though he did fairly 
well at this, he struck too many false notes to guarantee him a 
place on the club. Their last question, however, tickled him to 
pieces. When asked if he had any special song which he wished 
to sing, he answered that he had quite a number of beautiful 
serenades, and that he would honor them with a few. So he 
began, and finished his first love song with his audience deeply 
moved ; the second finished with his hearers in tears, and the 
third put them to sleep. At the second trials he f (l)avored 
them with a few more of his sweet lyrical lays ; but there his 
musical career ended, for he went to the third trials without 
having received a postal card — and ever since then has been 
cussing the Glee Club. 

November of our Sophomore year saw the football team down 
to hard work and steady practice, perfecting themselves for the 
championship games of the near future. Kid Andrews, in the 
Retrospect, says that November is "the month when excitement 
is at its highest pitch, and everyone is counting pennies and our 
chance for the championship." On the evening of the first there 
was a Republican mass meeting in the gymnasium which was 
addressed by prominent Republicans of New Jersey. The same 
evening there was held a Prohibition meeting, and my authority 
says that about one hundred men attended this (though I am 



42 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

inclined to believe that he is inclined to exaggerate), and it was 
addressed by the Hon. E. P. Wheeler — kindly understand that 
this is not our "Beef." 

It happened that a crowd of fellows were down in Pat 
Murphy's room a few nights after this, and among the crowd 
was John Garrett and a few more of his learned companions. 
Pat was there, and Hunny, Willie Phillips, Teddy Otheman, and 
Bissell. You know as well as I do that when a crowd like that 
gathers together deep educational topics are always discussed. 
First they commented on Foster and Cavendish on Whist, 
which is Bissell's strong point ; then of the Sherman Act, and 
of the advantages and disadvantages of the National Banking 
System, where Hunny shines forth ; and then of Music, where 
Murphy, Otheman and Phillips are about on a par. The strong- 
hold in the life and soul of John W. Garrett is Politics, and 
there never lived a stauncher Democrat than this same gentle- 
man. At present he was brimful of this subject on account of 
the political meetings which had just been held, and was rejoic- 
ing over the great things which the Democratic Club had done, 
so he brought forth the subject of Politics. "Why," said he, 
"look at the number of men that were at our meeting; look at 
the enthusiasm, and look at the fine speakers we had. There's 
Col. Breckenridge, the silver-tongued orator, who came all the 
way from Kentucky to speak to us. Now look at the Republi- 
cans — what did their meeting amount to ^ Only a few men 
present ; no enthusiasm, no torchlight parade, no speakers that 
amount to anything. Just look over the list. There's a man 
named Kean ; well, of course, as he's candidate for Governor 
you've heard of him. But the next speaker is a man named 
Murphy. Now, who ever heard of him .-' Say, Pat, is he any 
relation of yours ?" Frank wrinkled his brows, twitched his lip, 
and with a pleasant (.!*) smile covering his face, said, "Why, yes. 
He's — my father." John quietly said " Good-night," and started 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 43 

up home, at last convinced that he didn't know all about politics, 
even though he was a Democrat. 

So things were going along, we mostly making friends in our 
own class, and enemies in the Freshman. Billy Baird, for some 
reason or other, had taken a decided fancy to Jim Blair, and one 
beautiful Saturday asked him to go home and spend Sunday 
with him. Of course, Jim was highly flattered — who wouldn't 
be .'' All his folks in Scranton must hear of this, and they'll be 
proud to know that their son spent Sunday with a loving class- 
mate. So mused Jimmy — not Jimmy Stenk. Billy Baird, do you 
know that it has been the greatest sorrow of our whole course that 
you have not invited us all to spend a Sunday with you .■* Why 
haven't you invited each and every one of us and given us, too, 
a chance to push the wrong button or pull the wrong lever, as 
Jimmy did that day .'' Oh, Jim ! unless you change your course, 
unless you open your eyes and see, your ears and hear, and your 
mouth and ask, and unless you keep your hands off the wrong 
button, etc.y you will suffer many, many times before you have 
reached the limit of man's life and your head of beautiful raven 
hair has turned to locks of gray. 

We all love our football men, and whenever they go to battle 
for Princeton they are always followed by good-sized, represen- 
tative crowds. The day came for the game with the University 
of Pennsylvania, and accordingly the whole College went to 
Manheim, prepared to celebrate another victory. We got there 
in due time, put up all our money, and then began to watch 
the game. 'Twas lucky everybody had a return-trip ticket or I 
don't know what they would have done, for we didn't win the 
game that day, and if you had read the Philadelphia Press of 
the following day you would have found out just how they 
defeated us. For the first time in the football history of the 
two universities, and for the first time out of twenty-nine games 
played, had the University of Pennsylvania won from us. Of 



44 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

course, we were sore, and could hardly realize that at last we 
were not invincible, as far as minor colleges were concerned. 
We came back, determined to do better in the Yale game, and 
we held mass meetings which were addressed by prominent 
alumni. We were told how they did things back in the '60s, 
'70s and '80s, and how we must brace up and do likewise. This 
prepared us for the Yale game, which came in the near future, 
and then we went to New York on Thanksgiving Day to see 
this. I remember the game — don't you ? Let's see ; there was 
Ed Munn running around like a wild man, sticking his finger 
in everybody's face, and crying at the top of his voice, " Haben 
Sie Schmity gesehen.?" Then it was at this game also that 
Billy Neill fell off the coach — wasn't it.? And "who swiped 
all the luncheon.?" Yale again defeated us, 12—0, and you 
l<now the story better than I can tell you. Those of us who went 
on coaches received greetings from the rabble along the curb- 
stone, as we came back, in the shape of stones, large and square 
chunks of mud, and things similar. 

We came home thoroughly disheartened and very much poorer 
than when we left, not to speak of the general sourball which 
we all had. However, we began painting the town with " We 
will beat Yale in '93," and, to divert our minds from the sorrow 
of the past few weeks, began hazing again. We had Freshmen 
wait on us at our various clubs ; we had a Yale-Harvard boat- 
race with Freshmen, washbowls and toothpicks; we had speeches 
for and against the merits of our class, and though compelled to, 
whenever a Freshman did mention a demerit, he was handled 
quite roughly by some of us ; and we had prize-fights and wrest- 
ling matches. Then we would get some Freshmen up in Walter 
Lord's room, and, taking them one by one, we would show them 
the moon through the sleeve of a mackintosh — only to receive 
a pitcher of water full in the face. Then when we got tired of 
all other things, we would sit down and dictate letters and cer- 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 45 

tificates to them ; and this reminds me of the night Schumy, 
Kid Carroll, Sport Porter, Jim Hayes, and Noah Loder went 
along University Place trying to find a nice, meek Freshman 
who would write h. letter for them. Finally they found a piece 
of verdancy that just suited ; so they sat down and began jolly- 
ing him, and after some time asked him if he wouldn't write a 
letter for them to his father. He mildly protested, saying that 
he had just written a letter home and consequently had nothing 
to say. " Oh, we'll tell you what to say ; so get out your pen 
and paper, and the sooner the better," said Kid. According to 
his instructions, pen and paper were brought forth, and the letter 
he wrote home ran something like this : 

Princeton, N. J., Nov. 27, 1892. 
My Dear Father : — 

I am a fool. I have entered College with the rankest lot of fellows 

that ever came to Princeton. Really, my class contains the biggest fruits I 
have ever met, and I am one of them— so are you, old chap— while the 
Sophomore class contains the finest fellows I have ever seen. I went to 
chapel twice to-day and to class prayer-meeting this evening, but to-morrow 
night Pm going in a big poker game with a lot of Sophomores, and then 
they're going to take me down to Scudder's in the evening. Now, old fellow, 
I know you wish you were here to join me in these festivities, and Pm sorry 
that you can't be; but I know you're doing the same at home as I am here, 
so cheer up, cherries are ripe. 

Some smooth fellows have just come in and want me to get in z,game — 
fifty-cent limit — with them, and I guess Pll sight them, even though this is 
Sunday evening ; so here I go, governor — head up and tail over the dash- 
board — ^just as I know you'd have me do. 

Your loving son, 

Harry. 

Schumy took the letter and mailed it that evening, but we 
have never heard the results of this epistle by our self-disparag- 
ing Freshman. 

It was with deep sorrow that the alumni and undergraduates 
of Princeton learned of the death of our old Proctor — Matthew 



46 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95, 

Goldie — on November 25th. "Mat" was popular with every- 
body — Sophomores as well as Seniors — and though he did his 
duty faithfully and honestly on the part of the Faculty, he also 
did it squarely and fairly on the part of the students. Never 
once did he show partiality, and it was this one quality more 
than anything else which won for him such universal popularity. 
Professor West, in his article, "The Spirit and Ideals of 
Princeton," says : "The spirit of student life in Princeton is first, 
last, and all the time, democratic," and to the truth of this state- 
ment, as regards our class, I place myself a ready voucher. 
Popular government never was more thoroughly administered 
than when our class took charge of affairs, and this was, natur- 
ally, in our Sophomore year. It was then that we became ot 
apia-Tol, and ever since then have we exercised our authority and 
meted out justice as we have seen fit. It was this one fact — 
the fact that our presence was needed everywhere — that caused 
so many of us to be present at the Firemen's Fair, which was 
held in engine house No. 3, on Chambers Street, during this 
week. Lots of us went there, but the man who figured most 
conspicuously was James Blair, Jr. Though I have spoken of 
Jim before, I have not yet told you anything about him which 
concerns our opposite sex ; so let me inform you, patient peruser, 
that he is a regular winner with the girls. It was at this fair, 
then, that Jim took the initiative in society; for he met one of 
Princeton's most beautiful, most stylish, and most graceful 

damsels — Miss B . "A confession is always good for the 

soul," so I must admit that the writer was present that evening, 
met the same lady, and was talking to her when Jim was intro- 
duced. He immediately began to get in his good work ; he took 
her to the flower stand and bought a " batch " of violets for her ; 
then she must have some candy, because "I know girls love 
candy ;" then nothing would do but they must have some ice- 
cream. So they went up into the parlor and had ice-cream, etc.. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '9$. 47 

and when they came down they were joined by a few of us, who 
— may I take the credit ? — were not quite so easy, and we, too, 
joined in the fun. As I have said, this was Jim's first experi- 
ence in society, and as a man's first experience always tells on 
his emotions, it did on Jim. The moment came when he could 
restrain his feelings no longer, and he burst out in rapturous 
bliss, "Oh, if you will only call me 'Jimmy,' I will call you 
'Marie.'" The next day he sent her a large bou- 
quet of Jacque roses, and with it this sweet note, penned with 
his own hand (how touching !) : 

These roses are red, 

The violets were blue, 
Sugar is sweet 
And so are you. 

Fondly, 

Your Jimmy. 

I have been told that when love comes into a man's life it 
always tells on his aesthetic nature. At all events, it did on Jim's, 
and so classical did he become that in relating the incident to 
some of the fellows he said, "Boys, 'Jacta est alea,' and I think 
I've won." We all hope you have, Jimmy, and we trust that 
such may always be your lot. 

Our Sophomore year was not entirely devoted to hazing, tak- 
ing trips to New York, discussing politics, nor going to fairs ; 
but with it we did some good, honest, conscientious work. We 
had left Prof. Cameron minus a hat ; we had learnt all the Roman 
history that we gather from Mommsen, and we had thoroughly 
mastered Algebra and Geometry. Now we had advanced along 
the straight and narrow road, and were as if on the train for 
Athens — Sister Orris, conductor. 

When did you arrive in the city .'' ^rjnepov. 

From America .-* ' A(j>LK6!ir}v. 

How far is the University of Princeton from New York.? 

ATTc'^^et T^s Ne'as 'Yo/jkt/s TecrcrapaKovra irivTa /J-iXia. 



48 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

We learned to master the Greek language as well as had 
Demosthenes and Plato, and we could read the Greek Testament 
with as much ease and efflux as Sister himself does when he 
conducts morning chapel. We read Terence with "Andy" West 
and Cicero de Officiis with Prof. Packard and Dr. Humphreys as if 
they were so much English, until at the close of the season these 
Professors were compelled to admit that our class was the best one 
in Latin literature they had ever been associated with, and they 
hoped that we would show our ability in different studies as 
"you advance along your college course, and with that wish, 
gentlemen, this course is concluded." Then we form outside 
the door and give them a cheer, and the next duty we have with 
that Professor is the examination. The "Scientifics," those tender 
boys who can't stand too much work — though they get a good 
deal more than we do, I must admit — were guided as a shepherd 
guides his sheep by "Baby" Rockwood, who taught them many 
things about the science of Large and Square which they didn't 
know before, and don't know now, though you can't always 
sometimes tell. On Saturdays we went to "Pat" for "that part 
of natural history which treats of the classification, structure, 
habits and habitations of animals " — Zoology — "these little fel- 
lows, now those big fellows, him and she, etc." ; and for Botany, 
"that science which treats of the structure of plants, the func- 
tions of their parts, their places of growth, their classification, 
and the terms which are employed in their description and 
denomination" — "these'ns and them'ns." And on these 
same days we went to " Bunny " McCay for chemistry, merely 
to find out what "funny" odors can be made by the combination 
of a few acids. In all of these there was some excitement, some 
interest and some pleasure ; but the greatest fun of all, alike for 
poller and sport, Gospel-shark and heathen, football player and 
baseball fiend, the track-enthusiast or a member of the gymna- 
sium team, one of the gun-club, or the debating society, was 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 49 

the games we had with Tutor McGowan, commonly and popu- 
larly called McGoogan. As truly as the hayseed who visits New 
York, walks along Broadway with eyes and fingers pointed to the 
skies and asks of the well-informed policeman how they hang 
those houses " up thar in the sky," so surely did McGoogan 
come to Princeton with a great big green spot under his eye, bag 
and umbrella in one hand, and a pitchfork in the other. I don't 
know whether we drove him from this seat of learning, or 
whether the Faculty complained of his using too much chalk ; 
at all events, I do know that he did not waste it all, for whether 
he presented the back or the profile view of his physiognomy to us, 
bang — biff — biff — bang would resound either from it or from the 
blackboard in close proximity. He did not remain here long, for 
the complaint was that we couldn't learn anything from him, and 
yet, poor McGoogan ! he tried his hardest to do the right thing 
by us, and I do not doubt but that he would have succeeded if 
only we would have left him. 

So our studies ran. We had plied undaunted against the wind 
and tide ; Doggy had swung the rudder for a distant shore, and 
with sailors who obeyed their orders and stood by their com. 
mander, he had brought us safely to the harbor of Christmas 
vacation, and now landed us. Are not our vacations earned ,■* 
Do we not deserve them .-* Tell me, is it not the law of nature 
to give rest and respite to a man who has worked faithfully, 
thoughtfully, and honestly, for a reasonable length of time ">. I 
hold that it is, and maintain that this is the reason why we have 
had such pleasant vacations throughout our course, and for the 
sanction of this statement I beg the vote of the class. 

Christmas vacation passed immediately — if not sooner — and 
we all came back after a delightful rest, leaving behind society, 
girls, home and other minor things, and entered once more upon 
the field of thoughtful activity ; and this was all the more appall- 
ing when we considered that examinations were only three weeks 
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so HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

distant. The Glee Club men had returned from their trip, which 
they pronounced a grand success. They took in most of the 
important cities of the West, as far as Omaha, where they do 
tell funny stories about Walter Lord ; and then they went North 
to Minneapolis and St. Paul, where even Stanley McCormick 
swears that the thermometer registered forty or forty-five degrees 
below zero. Of course, we, innocent people, believe all this, and 
we also believe that Walter should not have talked as he did to 
the doctor's wife. You should have remembered, Walter, that 
she was a married lady, and, as such, you had no right to propose 
to her. She accepted him— but just at that moment the doctor 
came in, which made things quite unpleasant for the little lad 
who dallies with the ladies. 

I have just said that we left behind society, and that word 
reminds me of " Society" Fleming. As you all know, Christmas 
time is the height of the social season in all large — yea, in even 
all the small — cities of this country. Hardly a day passes during 
this vacation but that there are luncheons, teas, dinners, recep- 
tions and dances from morning until night, and I would not do 
justice to the city of Washington if I failed to note that she is 
one of the leading social centres of the United States. The 
pedestrian on Connecticut Avenue, on a Sunday morning after 
church, or on The Avenue on week-days, sees as beautiful, as 
stylish and as well-dressed women as the New York swell who 
treads Fifth Avenue, or Broadway. 

Ralston Fleming is one of the centre figures of Washington's 
society, and thus it was that we learned of a little experience 
which happened to him during this vacation. " Poller " had asked 
a beautiful damsel to accompany him to one of the largest balls 
of the season, and the invitation was readily accepted. The 
eventful day soon arrived, and the afternoon brought to her house 
a beautiful bouquet of roses, and, accompanying it, the card of 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 5I 



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At the appointed hour in the evening a brougham drove up to 
the lady's house, from which Ralston alighted, and finding his 
companion ready — which, with apologies to womanhood, is a 
rare occurrence — they were driven to the ball. They had a lovely 
time, and, " after the ball was over," came down stairs to return 
home. It was a horrible night — the rain came down in torrents, 
and those whom Fortune has blessed were thanking the dame 
that they did not have to go out on such a night. Ralston left 
his companion in the hallway while he went for the carriage. He 
walked up to the footman and, laying a half-dollar in his hand, 
gave him his check and told him to call the carriage. A half- 
dollar goes a great way sometimes, and immediately the number 
was shouted, " 54 — 54 ; " and from down the distant line of 
coaches you could hear the faint reply: "Sh-coming, sh-coming." 
At length it arrived before the door, our friends entered and Ral- 
ston gave the order, " Go ahead, driver, No. Avenue." 

They started, and had been moving quite some time when Ral- 
ston, who had been much occupied with deeper subjects, noticed 
that they had not progressed very far. He could not imagine 
what was the matter, for they were going — but going round and 
round in a circle. " Society " opened the door and, calling to the 
driver, ordered that he should "drive on " immediately, but there 
was no answer, and Ralston noticed that his head was dropping, 
and that the reins were dangling 'round his feet, and then climb- 
ing out found that he had on board a drunken coachman who 
was sound asleep. The question was : What to do and how to do 
it } It was raining hard, and " Poller" had on a new high hat — 
his Christmas present. There are two versions as to what he 
did, and as he will not tell me which is the correct one, I give 



52 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 

them both to you. Some say that he took the coachman in his 
arms, and, removing him from the box, tenderly laid him on the 
seat of the brougham opposite the one already occupied, and that 
then Ralston took charge of the team and drove home ; while 
others, and these are in the majority, say that " Poller " mounted 
the box, and holding the coachman on with one hand he drove with 
the other until he arrived at the lady's home, and then leaving 
her to get out of the carriage and into the house the best way 
she could — for he could not now let go his burden, else it would 
fall to the ground — he then drove the drunken coachman home, 
swearing vengeance from the bottom of his soul, for his high hat 
had been ruined and all the girls would have the laugh on him. 
But I hear that it has all blown over now, and that Ralston is the 
same dear thing to all the Washington girls. 

I have digressed quite far from my subject, dear reader, but I 
know it will be pardoned ; for, as all great speakers, in order to 
hold and retain the attention of an audience, must relate incidents 
and narratives, so I claim the same for all great writers. But 
now I will tell you something of what we did here in College, and 
the most important thing of all was the unanimous election, on 
January 17th, of Thomas G. Trenchard as Captain of the Var- 
sity Football Team for the following year. 

The storm of indignation at the result of the chess-team had 
died away and was completely forgotten ; but another storm 
more threatening, more dangerous and more alarming, was brew- 
ing in the printing office, and it burst upon us with a terrible 
force on January 27th, and lasted until February 8th — examina- 
tions were here. For thirteen days these lasted, and for thirteen 
days we "crammed" all we could get into our heads which had 
not been put there during the term. Two things showed them- 
selves at these examinations — first, we discovered the presence 
of a man who entered with us as a fresh Sophomore. He made 
no impression when he came, for he was awkward, homely and 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 53 

slouchy. He was somewhat of a football player; he played 
some baseball, also tennis; but he didn't amount to much, 
and so attracted little attention. In the class-room he always 
knew his lessons ; he seemed especially good at mathematics, 
and not any worse in the classical studies. But these examina- 
tions showed exactly what he was made of, and the new Sopho- 
more stood among the first division men. Boys, I refer to the 
man to whom every one of us should point our finger and say 
with pride, " That is Dougal Ward." The second was the grand 
success which crowned the Honor System, now tried for the 
first time. It met with universal approval, with almost entire 
satisfaction, and it gave those men who deserve the highest 
standing, their place of honor without the opposition of "cribs" 
and " dummies " which had previously been used. There was 
lots of discussion as to whether a man ought or ought not to 
report a fellow if he found him cheating; and it was just this 
subject that caused a hot controversy between Harry Brown 
and Phil Walker, in which Phil rose to the height of his elo- 
quence, when, with a majestic swing of his right arm, he declared 
that " if any man ever reported me I would shoot him deader 
than a dog." However, no person has ever had the occasion to 
report Philip G. to TAe Court, and so he has never had the 
opportunity of doing such a rash act. And, fellow classmates, 
I consider it an honor to be able to write on the pages of this 
History that there has only been one man in our class expelled 
for the crime of cheating in examinations since the Honor 
System has been in effect. 

Now that examinations were over, most of us took a trip to 
New York or Philadelphia, just for a little jaunt, to see some 
good play and to get a little variety. Dan Piatt, who lives at 
Englewood, thought he would do the polite thing, so he asked 
Jack Frame to go home and spend a few days with him, which 
pleased Jack so thoroughly that he blurted out the curt reply, 



54 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

"By thunder! I'll sight you." Naturally, this grated on Dan's 
refined nature — with no reference to Jack's — and he admonished 
him to be careful what he said and did lest he make some break 
and shock Englewood society, in which Dan plays a conspicuous 
part. But Jack remarked that he need have no fear, and that 
everything would be well ; so they started for Englewood, and 
arrived there safely. The next day a tea was given, and Dan 
being invited, took his friend Mr. Frame with him, as the hostess 
having learned that Dan had a friend visiting him, requested his 
presence also. Jack met a batch of girls, and, picking out the 
one he most desired, began his love-making process with her and 
suggested that they go out in the dining-room and have some 
refreshments. Now the tea was only an informal one, and as 
such the guests did not repair to a dressing-room to leave their 
wraps, but simply carried them in their hands. And thus it 
happened that Jack had his hat in his left hand, and, after he 
had served his lady, his cup of chocolate in his right. They 
were standing in a corner, talking on all sorts of subjects, when 
suddenly Jack spied a beautiful girl across the room, flirting — 
actually flirting with him, and, strange to say, he returned the 
salutation. Their exchange of greetings was kept up for quite 
some time, and though he tried to converse with his "first 
choice," his sentences were short, his conversation rambled and 
he seemed flurried and excited, as though he had committed 
some awful deed and was about to be discovered. Again he fell 
into a reverie, but from this he was soon called back by the sud- 
den jump of his companion, clutching him nervously by the 
arm and crying, " Oh ! Mr. Frame ; what's the matter ? Why, 
you've poured your chocolate into your hat ! " And this he had 
really done during the excitement ; and as he stood there it 
dripped through the air-holes in the crown of the derby on to 
the floor, which caused him none the less embarrassment. Poor 
Jack ! he felt for his heart and luckily found it still beating. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 55 

and then murmuring a half audible adieu, he left Englewood, 
declaring that it contained the most beautiful women he had 
ever seen outside of Troy, N. Y., the place of his birth and rear- 
ing. Since then Jack has occasionally visited this little New 
Jersey town, but his visits have not been nearly so frequent as 
we have reason to believe they would otherwise have been. 

Washington's Birthday soon arrived, and was again to witness 
the general horse-play of previous years. Two nights before 
this, Joe Polcar, Summers, Kellermann, McColl, Barton, and 
one or two others, painted the water-tower, and they deserve 
lots of credit for the way in which they did it. The ladder was 
covered with snow and ice as far as it extended, which is to 
within about six feet of the top of the tower. A short ladder 
was stolen from University Hall, and by means of iron hooks 
this was hung from the top, which made the connecting link 
between the broken ladder and the platform of the tower. They 
then carried up their paint, rope, etc., and adjusting the rope on 
Barton and tying two buckets of paint to his waist — one con- 
taining green, the other orange paint — they lowered him thirty 
feet. Here he hung until he had painted in large and square 
figures an orange '95 and in small and obtuse ones a green '96. 
Their work was finished by daylight, and as the cocks crowed 
they wended their way home, satisfied with their hard night's 
work. We guarded the tower the next night with the regularity 
of a military body ; for we had " reliefs " and " pickets " stationed 
at equal distances apart, and a new relief on every two hours. 

The night of the twenty-first started in with a snowstorm, 
beginning at about six o'clock in the evening; later this turned 
to hail, and by three in the morning it was raining hard. I 
honestly believe that that night saw our entire class on the 
campus, with the possible exception of probably ten men, and 
these for some other reason than that they did not want to be 
there. Mackintoshes, rubber hats, rubber boots, a dark lantern 



S6 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

strapped around the waist and a good club in the hand, and you 
have the picture of all of us as we guarded the campus, the 
buildings, the streets and the tower on that eventful night. We 
broke into the Scientific building and went from the cellar to 
the top of the tower, and if we found a door locked it had to 
yield to the blows we gave it, for we were determined that no 
banners should go out from there. On to Dickinson Hall we 
went ; this also was broken into, and from the engine room in 
the cellar to Examination Hall on the top, not a room was 
missed, not a closet left unopened, nor a desk upturned, for in 
Freshman year our banners had gone out from this same place, 
and we were not to be fooled at our own game. We took in 
Witherspoon and carefully examined the tower ; we watched old 
North with all possible care ; we investigated all the other 
dormitories to see that they were all in good order ; and we even 
watched the Chapel, the Philadelphian Society and the Art 
Building, though these latter with not the precaution of the 
former. Those who were on the town beat took up their head- 
quarters at Carpenter's and encompassed the town from there ; 
and those who were stationed at the Seminary and Tower took 
charge of things out there. I was sent by General Trenchard 
to carry a message to the commander of the sixth division — 
Captain Summers — which was then lying out Stockton Street, 
near Guernsey Hall ; and upon approaching them I found the 
whole division collected around two wagons which they had held 
up at the point of revolvers and going through the contents of 
these. They happened to be two Jews, with their wagons full of 
china, bound for Trenton, so they were escorted through the 
picket lines and allowed to proceed in safety. 

Such caution did we take and such care did we exercise that 
night that it has yet always been a mystery to me how the 
Freshmen got out the only one banner which they did, from the 
Art building. About seven o'clock in the morning the clouds 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 9$. 57 

broke, the sun rose slowly from below the eastern horizon and a 
beautiful day lay before us. The wind which was the cause of 
this clear weather followed, coming directly from the north and 
blowing at the rate of about twenty miles an hour, and it was 
this wind which caused us to see the banner, which on account 
of having been covered with snow and soaked with rain, and 
moreover, there being a lack of wind — for these reasons, I say, 
the banner could not flutter. It took us just about a half hour 
to get a sufficient number of ladders which, when tied together, 
would reach the top of the building, and as soon as these were 
joined together and raised, Doggy went to the top and brought 
it down, in about the same length of time that it takes to tell it. 
No man in the class of '96 has ever yet been able to tell how the 
banner got there, and so we have conclusive (.<*) proof that it was 
done by the class of '94, who put it there at sundown on the 
previous evening. We then started for the "Gym," where 
great fun was in store for us. 

Well, we got there all right and began business immediately. 
If the Freshmen attempted to raise a banner we tore it down 
forthwith. We asked them about the water tower, showed thera 
the banner we had taken from the Art Building and then dis- 
tributed circulars describing the Museum. It was a little pam- 
phlet and was headed in the following way : 



'96 
TO THE UNINFORMED 

'96 
SPEAKING OF MUSEUMS! 

The attention of the uninformed public is invited 

to the recent additions to our collections which 

are daily fed in the basement of Old North. 



58 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 



Then the cards which we distributed, or rather which we 
sailed across the Gym., ran like this : 



'96 



Do You Think You'd Like Anotlier Rush ? 

HOW ABOUT THE CANE-SPREE? 
OR PERCHANCE THE BASEBALL? 



And with these timely compliments we ended our hostilities 
with the Class of Ninety-six. 

"Poller" Ross was our Orator, and if I am a judge of orators 
and their orations, he and his oration, "The Puritan of our 
Revolution," were the best of the morning. Our Debater was 
W. D. Ward, who held his own in the evening's debate, and so 
represented us finely. 

Now that all the gayety and excitement were over, we had 
nothing to do ; no Freshmen with which to amuse ourselves, no 
tower to paint, no proclamations to issue or prevent others from 
issuing theirs, no orators to address us, no waiters to serve us at 
our clubs— none of these things were left to us, so you cannot 
blame us for being at a loss as to what to do, when pre- 
viously our time had been so thoroughly occupied. Those of us 
who "caught" conditions had now at least something to do, and 
made this an excuse for getting those conditions, saying that "we 
knew time would hang heavy on our shoulders if we had nothing 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 59 

to do, and as we saw the dull season coming thought we would 
take a condition or two merely to keep ourselves occupied." 
Perhaps this is a very philosophical way of looking at things, but 
surely it is not the right way, for the evils of one day are suffi- 
cient to demand one's entire attention and should not be put off 
until some future time. Here endeth the lesson. 

The first of March witnessed some of our class pushing around 
trying to do the elegant for Eddie Munn, others for Joe 
Bunting, and still others for Jesse James. The next day Ed was 
elected Assistant Manager of the football team. It was on this 
day and also on the following that many of us left Princeton 
en route for Washington to see the inauguration of President 
Cleveland. 

Our class was very fortunate in being in college, and espe- 
cially in being Sophomores, when a President of the United 
States was inaugurated into office. Whether our forefathers, 
way back in the eighteenth century, reckoned ahead and set 
the date of the inauguration so that one would occur when the 
class of Ninety-five in Princeton were Sophomores, or whether it 
was merely a matter of chance that it did so happen, we have 
never been able to tell ; it made no odds. So as Sophomores, 
"gay, young Sophomores," we went to join in the festivities. Now 
it happened that the trains going to the Capital were all well 
filled and seats were at a premium. However, Jim Crawford, 
Cherub Wells and Fod Weeks boarded a train at the Junction, 
and finding only three vacant seats proceeded to occupy these. 
Jim got a seat alongside of an elderly lady in the rear of the 
coach, Cherub got one in the middle with a middle-aged man, 
and directly in front of him sat Fod, nestling close to a sweet 
maiden of perhaps twenty summers. By the time they had 
reached Philadelphia she asked Fod if it would be too much 
trouble to get her a glass of water, whereupon he took advantage 
and began talking to her. At Baltimore she wanted some 



60 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

"Adam's Pepsin," but didn't give Fod the money with which to 
buy it. Now Cherub and Jim had noticed the friendship which 
had sprung up between D. M, F. and "his comrade by his side," 
and fearing that he would not take advantage of his opportuni- 
ties, Cherub thus advised him: "Now, Fod, you have game 
alongside of you, and you want to work it. After we leave Bal- 
timore we pass through a lot of tunnels, and just before we come 
to Washington we pass through one three miles long, where 
they never light the lights and where you can have all the game 
you want." "Right," said Fod; "I'll do that same." The 
truth of the whole matter is that the tunnel to which Cherub 
referred is a very short one, as consequences afterwards showed. 
They expected some fun ; nor were they disappointed, for as 
soon as the train entered this tunnel the boy started in in earnest 
to have the fun which he had been coaxing for all the way down. 
Darkness reigned supreme ; not a sound came from that occupied 
seat. The travellers now saw streaks of daylight and could 
notice the steam and moisture clinging to the roof of the tunnel ; 
but Fod had closed his eyes in bliss. A minute had not yet 
passed, but now the train bolted into broad daylight, and a shock 
was sent through every occupant of that coach by the sight they 
saw : Two seconds later the travellers were in convulsions ; only 
one hung his head, while this one's companion sat with head 
erect and laughed with all the people ; then she pointed her finger 
at him, and Fod wept copious tears. When they got to Wash- 
ington he called Cherub all sorts of names, and wanted 
to know "how long that blamed tunnel really was." 

It really is strange what an effect an inauguration 
will have on a person. It seems to make you lively 
for a while ; then you get mad and want to fight ; 
then you go to sleep on a curbstone, get soaking — wet, 
and then wake up and don't remember a thing that 
you did. A funny feeling, isn't it } Well, Phil Walker, 




HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 6l 

Ed Scovil], Funny Foulke, and Tranian Dilly struck Washing- 
ton when it was pouring down rain, and, as they were chilled 
through and through, they hunted for a little "Jire" with which 
to warm themselves. Then they went out to watch the par- 
ade, but before doing so they all put some more "^re" in their 
pockets in case they should get cold again — thoughtful young 
fellows. The procession began to move, and presently Phil, 
who was watching for the National Guard of West Virginia, 
grew tired, so he sat down on the curbstone to rest, and was soon 
fast asleep. Before long he was awakened by some one pulling 
his hair ; but this didn't worry him, as all he could say was, 
"Wash goin' by .''" and upon being told that the National Guard 
of Pennsylvania was passing by, he again fell off to sleep. This 
thi7tg repeated itself three or four times, when suddenly he 
sprang to his feet, crying : "I's hear the Charleston band ;" and 
sure enough, the West Virginia boys were coming down the 
Avenue. Immediately he got together the rest of the fellows, 
and placing themselves at the head of the Charleston band, they 
marched past the reviewing stand, skipping from side to side, 
waving hats and canes most frantically in the air, and shouting 
at the top of their voices : "Hello, Grow, old boy ! Glad t'shee 
you. How-ye-do ? How-ye-do .'' Ra ! " They arrived back here 
several days afterwards, and reported that they had had a fine 
time, had met lots of friends, saw the President and had even 
conversed with him in public, which had always been the height 
of Ed Scovill's ambition. 

Easter vacation was now soon upon us, and again we took a 
few days' rest. I believe a few days' rest is more harmful to a 
man's welfare than a vacation of, at least, a week or ten days ; 
for as we get accustomed to steady, constant work and are run- 
ning, as it were, at full speed — so I maintain that it is better to 
stop the engine gradually and then "oil up" before starting out 
again, rather than to stop suddenly and then proceed on the 



62 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

journey without having had time to lubricate. Oh, Faculty ! 
Wise and honored sirs ! Our learned and esteemed Instructors ! 
Do not close your ears to our enticing music, but listen and 
grant — grant us longer Easter vacations ! Better work will fol- 
low, and there will be rejoicing in the Tiger's lair. Blessings 
will be upon your heads, and you can wear crowns of glory for 
many years. 

Through the influence of Arthur Dunn, Mother Brady, Harny 
Koch, Doggy Trenchard, and Billy Belden a mass meeting of the 
College was held shortly after Easter recess was over. At this 
meeting these learned gentlemen told of how they had been talk- 
ing with all the prominent men of this country, of how Mother had 
heard from the President, and how even Harny had received a let- 
ter from Bill Hohenzollern concerning the subject of. hazing. 
Doggy made a fine speech, noting the facts, first, that now we 
were Sophomores ; secondly, that we were almost through our 
Sophomore year ; thirdly, that next year we would be Juniors, and, 
fourthly, "then what.?" These remarks, although they showed 
much forethought and considerable reasoning, did not convey to 
the minds of his hearers anything from which they could judge 
what he was trying to talk about. However, Hunny immedi- 
ately arose — at this point Willie Phillips was heard to cry out, 
"See that fellow; I know him; his name's Huntington, and 
I'm one of his best friends!" — and said that the meeting had 
been called to consider the matter of hazing, rushing, and of hav- 
ing a snowball fight, whereupon some one jumped up and made 
this motion — "That we, the undergraduates of Princeton in mass 
meeting assembled, do now and henceforth abolish the rush, the 
snowball fight and all manner of hazing." In view of the fact 
that we were almost Juniors, and that all the Freshmen stayed 
away, having heard of what the meeting was called for, the mo- 
tion was passed, and so we thought hazing was over and that we 
had been the last class to oust this time-honored (.-') custom. 
But the next year I noticed some of our men trying to get up a 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 63 

rush and encouraging hazing ; and this rekindled it, so that 
hazing was again the pastime for Sophomores. 

The Glee Club now took a short trip to Scranton and Harris- 
burg, the chief mining village and the capital, respectively, of 
Pennsylvania, the State which sent more to Princeton with our 
class than any other State in the Union. Doc Love went along 
on this trip, merely to get an idea of what a Glee Club trip was 

like, and I believe it was in Harrisburg that he met a Miss 

whom, with much hesitancy, he acknowledged to be a match for 
him. They were talking on all sorts of subjects — the causes of 
eclipses, the saxafragional bone of mammals, the distance from 
the earth to the Inferno, how travelled and computed, and on 
other similarly grave subjects. Then they turned to topics of a 
lighter nature — of the coming of spring, with all its blush and 
beauty, and as Doc said, "Yes, just like a maiden budding into 
womanhood;" then of what he thought of Harrisburg, and 
"What will the concert be like .-'" Then she asked questions of 
himself and coaxed him until Doc gave the following description : 

"You know, Miss , I come from the country — Montclair, a 

little suburban town on the heights of New Jersey. I never 
enter into the so-called society, for there I am out of place — 
completely lost. Should I ever lose my ally — that is, should I 
ever fall in love — I have not the slightest conception, not the 
faintest idea, of how to explain it to the one who should be so 
fortunate." She turned to him with a quick start, her eyes met 
his, and she murmured in a low, sweet whisper, " Oh, Love will 
find a way." This must have been too much for Leslie, for 
when he came down to dinner everybody noticed that he was 
very much excited and extremely nervous, so much so that he 
upset the consomme, which had been placed before him, over his 
partner's dress. There now hangs on the wall in No. 3 East 
Witherspoon a little piece of orange and black ribbon and 
attached to it this odd sign : 



PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH I 



PERSONAL PROPERTY. 



64 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

Who wore it, Doc? Won't you tell us? Well, never mind, 
for we know more about it than you think we do. 

And now Spring was upon us in her full glory. She had 
fought with the winds of ^olus in March, she had contended 
with Jupiter and Vulcan in April, and now she had thrown oJEf 
her storm-clad mantle and May was here. Baseball had begun 
in earnest, tennis, too, was beginning a new season, the new foot- 
ball squad now began practice, and even the "consolidated" was 
getting ready for a successful season. It was just about this 
time that Pop Pease was elected leader of the Glee Club for the 
year 1893-94, and this instilled in us unusual pride, for out of 
the coming Junior Class the Captain of the Football Team and 
the leader of the 'Varsity Glee Club had been chosen. On May 
4th the Dramatic Club rendered the "Hon. Julius C^sar" with 
much success, and the next night, the night of the Senior 
Dance, it was repeated with much more propitious results. 
The members of the cast from our class are thus given : 

BRUTUS— Caesar's Lieutenant. (A little stagey, but 

the usual thing in the lover line) . . . Mr. Agens. 

MARK ANTONY— General of all the forces and the 
original silver-tongued orator. The wid- 
owed father of Portia . Mr. Morse. 

AUGUSTUS C^SAR— The heir apparent. A star 

mucker, but hopelessly degenerate . . Mr. Thacher. 

JULIUS — A conspirator. Has rational moments be- 
tween the acts . . Mr. Carroll. 

YOUNG CATO - Lieutenant of the Fencibles . . . . Mr. Harding. 
f Three aged mystics who are in- ~| 

variably present on important Mr. John Garrett. 

./ECHONS -{ occasions, and who are supposed J> Mr. Pierson. 
I to do a vast amount of thinking. Mr. Robinson. 
t (Heaven pity them.) 

Chorus : Messrs. Pease, Crawford, Murphy and H. AVhite. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 6$ 

Now two important committees which had been elected at 
a class meeting were beginning to do work, each on their 
respective calling. The Bric-h-brac Committee had been chosen 
and were now doing lots of work on the Bric-a-brac which we 
would issue the next year. It consisted of: T. S. Huntington, 
chairman; G. A. Brown, H. W. Garrett, J. W. Garrett, S. R. Mc- 
Cormick, Walter Moses, A. W. Schumacher, F. C. Speer. At this 
same meeting we elected our Sophomore Reception Committee, 
and this was also busy preparing for the dance which we were 
soon to give — a farewell dance to the Class of '93, and the first 
dance that our class had given since we had been in Princeton. 
The following men comprised this committee : H. A. Colby, 
chairman; L. Biddle, J. Blair, Jr., J. S. Bunting, H. L. Crawford, 
W. Davis, J. W. Garrett, J. C. Harding, S. R. McCormick, R. U 
North, F. A. Norris, R. E. Ross, A. R. Teal, J. H. Thacher, L. 
Wyman. 

According to the Constitution of the Athletic Association 
the time had now come for the elections of a baseball treasurer 
and also one for the track team. In mass meeting assembled 
Clarence H. Bissell was elected Assistant Manager of the Base- 
ball Team, and Theodore S. Huntington received the same 
office for the Track Team. Now all the important offices, and 
all the various committees which require men from the Sopho- 
more Class, had been filled by men from our class whose ability 
we did not doubt, whose stability was not easily shaken, and 
whose love for Princeton, we knew, would urge them on, and 
would bring forth all their energy in working for her best in- 
terests ; and all this did we confide in our athletic representatives, 
in our Dance Committee and in the editors of the coming 
Bric-a-brac. 

Princeton was now just beginning to look her best; the 
beautiful grass of the front campus was showing signs of life 
and color, the trees were all in blossom, duck trousers were seen 



66 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 'g$. 

on every side, the siege-freed birds were singing most sweetly, 
accompanied, as it were, by their more agile companions, the 
stymphalians. And all these things seemed the more charming 
to us because it was for the first time that we could loaf on the 
campus and hear the Seniors sing, we could smoke our pipes in 
peace, and lying there until the evening shadows faded away 
into night we would talk of the chances we had against Yale, 
Harvard and the University of Pennsylvania. 

Soon, however, these games came off, and, I must confess, 
somewhat to our sorrow. Yale and Harvard both defeated us, 
whereas we, on the other hand, treated Pennsylvania in the 
same way. But our victories over this institution did not com- 
pensate, even in a small degree, for the defeats of the other 
Universities. We had an invincible infield and a perfect out- 
field ; but Princeton's "hard luck" — same old story — followed 
us again, and the ball was hit at just the wrong time. So we 
lost our games. 

Our class, nevertheless, was not to be daunted thus ; we 
raised our hopes, again thinking that surely we would hold our 
own in the Caledonian Games ; but nit, nit rooster, for when 
these came, we were dashed to the earth again. Spider Mc- 
Nulty won the i co-yard dash, Gail Dray won the half-mile, and 
Knox Taylor won the hammer-throwing ; while Walter Lord 
fell over three hurdles in the 120-yard hurdle-race, Harvey 
Koehler lost his wind in the mile-run and went back to find it, 
and Offut, in doing the pole-vault, invariably went under the bar 
instead of over it — a feat which he has not even yet forgotten 
how to do. 

And now College was almost ready to close.- The Seniors 
had taken their examinations, and we were taking ours. Soon 
these were over, and Commencement Week was here, and it 
found us wearing high hats and frock-coats. A few of us 
remained over Commencement, notably those who had relatives 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95, 67 

in the graduating class ; but the most of us packed our duds, 
gave each other good-by, and started for the Union Station, 
crying with loud, triumphant voices : " On, on to the White 
City!" 

So we left Princeton at the close of our Sophomore Year. 
We were sad when we thought that our College Course was 
now half over ; sad when we thought of the good old times that 
were past and gone, and sad when we gave each other good-by 
and parted with friends and friendships that had been welded 
together since Freshman Year. We were happy when we 
thought of the good we had left behind us, and of the impres- 
sions we had made ; when we thought of our trip to the World's 
Fair ; when we thought of the coming Junior Year — that happy 
millennium ; and when we thought of those summer moonlight 
nights, when we could sit with some fairy queen upon a crude, 
old rustic bridge, and, letting our feet "hang over" until they 
almost touched the water which splashed and sprayed beneath 
us, we could talk and sing, and sing and talk, of the moon and 
the stars above us, of the little brook beneath us, of the cows 
grazing in yon meadow, and of the sheep along the hillside. 
Then it was that we were happy, and then it was that we went 
from these classic shades to fulfil the missions which had been 
left unfulfilled throughout our Sophomore Year. (Long and 
continued applause. Bricks and cabbage-heads.) 

Where, Oh where, are the gay young Sophomores ? 
Where, Oh where, are the gay young Sophomores ? 
Where, Oh where, are the gay young Sophomores ? 

Safe now in the Junior Class. 
They've gone out from Sister Orris, 
They've gone out from Sister Orris, 
They've gone out from Sister Orris, 

Safe now in the Junior Class. 



During this Summer Vacation we lost a beloved classmate, 
who was summoned "unto the God of love, high heaven's 
King." 

Whereas, In the all-wise Providence of God, our classmate, 
Herbert Montgomery Bergen, has been removed from our num- 
ber ; therefore be it 

Resolved, That we, as a class, mourn the loss of one of our 
number, and wish to bear testimony to his upright and honor- 
able character and firm adherence to duty while associated with 
us at Princeton ; 

Resolved, That we extend to his bereaved family our most 
sincere sympathy, and ask the privilege of joining in their sor- 
row at the termination of a life so full of promise ; 

Resolved, That these resolutions be entered upon the records 
of the class, and a copy be inserted in The Daily Princetonian. 

In behalf of the Class of '95, Princeton University, 

Daniel F. Platt, 
Selden L. Haynes, 
Henry H. Brady, Jr., 
Theodore S. Huntington, 
Willis H. Butler, 

Committee. 



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Herbert Montgomery Bergen, 
Drowned at Harbor Springs, Mich., on Jui,y 22, 1893. 



CHAPTER III. 

Junior ^(^ar. 



The millennium to which we had all looked forward for so 
long a time had now arrived. The third year in our college 
course opened on September 25, 1893, and you all know how 
different it was from the preceding ones. Those of you who have 
read Professor Perry's book of " Salem Kitteridge, and Other 
Stories," doubtless remember the one entitled " Number Three." 
It is so ingenious and sincere, and so akin to the seminary life 
in Princeton, that I don't see how anyone could forget it. But 
let me assure you that we came into contact with our " Number 
Three" under much more propitious circumstances than did 
Mortimer G. Leffingwell, and we ended it in June with much 
better results than he did. A college course reminds me of the 
drama, only that in the latter there are five stages of develop- 
ment, and in the former four. I liken Freshman Year unto the 
"introduction" of my drama. Sophomore Year shows "develop- 
ment," Junior Year the "grand climax," and Senior Year, if not 
the "catastrophe," is surely the "fall," for from the highest 
people in College we drop to the lowest in the world. 

We felt quite different now that we were Juniors from what 
we had previously done. We were iipper classmen, and as such 
the equal of anybody. We came back when we got good and 
ready. Why, what difference did it make to us when we got 
back } Could the College go on without us } Surely not ! So 
they might just as well wait a few days until we arrived. Then 

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70 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

when we got here ! Did you see any of us staring at Wither- 
spoon and calling it Edwards ? Did you notice any of us ask- 
ing what those marble halls were ? Did any of us have to ask 
where the Registrar's Office was ; or, perhaps, where the Absence 
Committee met ? Ah, no ! You've struck the wrong people if 
you think we belong to that class. However, lots of the Scien- 
tific fellows did want to know where Stony Brook was. You 
ask the reason ? Nothing simpler. During our summer vaca- 
tion the Registrar— at the Faculty's request — had distributed 
" tracts " through the various homes. I have always thought 
that "tracts" were conducive to good, but I swear (do you .?) 
that these little programmes from the Faculty make more dis- 
sension in many households, over this broad land, during the 
summer, than the number of "tracts" from which good would 
come in the space of ten years. You know " Catty " Arnold 
lives upon Nassau Street, directly opposite the Post-office, and 
as soon as examinations are over and time for the reports to 
appear, " Catty " sits by the front window from morning until 
night. As soon as he sees the postman coming across the street 
he always goes out to meet him, and whenever he finds one of 
these billets. 



RETURN TO 

Reqistrar'3 Office, 

COLLEGE OF NEW JERSEY, 

Princeton, N. J., 

IF NOT DELIVERED WITHIN TEN DAYS. 







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instead of giving it to his father, to whom it is addressed, "Catty" 
always appropriates it himself, with the following expiation : 
" Thereby I save my beloved parental ancestor lots of trouble 
and worry, both in respect to conditions and reports." We 
agree with you, " Catty," and are glad to know that you are so 
considerate of your father's welfare. Some people think }ou 
are slow, which conclusion they have reached, no doubt, by see- 
ing you waddle, like a duck, along the street, but we refute this 
charge, even though your corporosity does seem to indicate it. 

Excuse me ! I am not like the man who comes in at 4 a.m. 
and leaves one shoe on the bottom step, a necktie on the next, 
collar on another, and trousers on the landing, and then calls for 
"wifey " dear to find him ; but, if you will permit, I will return 
and continue the story which the absorption of " Catty " made 
me forget. These little souvenir programmes, as they might be 
termed, told many of the Scientific fellows that they had been 
conditioned in Graphics, and as soon as they arrived here they 
probed out to Stony Brook to see the Professor about it. That's 
all the good it did, however, for they had to take the exam, over, 
much to their chagrin. Many of us in the Academic Depart- 
ment were also " favored " during the summer, not only at Ger- 
mans, but also by the Faculty. Mechanics was our whale, we 
were the Jonah ; for though we couldn't swallow it, it did swal- 
low us, and instead of confining us within the walls of its dia- 
phragm for three days, we were kept there during the whole 
summer, and some of us weren't liberated even then. 

The summer of 1893 was one of the greatest epochs of 
American history particularly and of the world's history inci- 
dentally — Sloane, pages 1099 et seq. — the World's Columbian 
Exposition was opened in Chicago. Well, what's that got to 
do with the price of eggs .■* Why, simply this : A few Sou- 
danese hens had been brought over here, and some Dahomey 
fellows had come over to see them. These located in the 



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Midway Plaisance. Many other Oriental nations heard of the 
great proceedings, and so betook themselves here also. Among 
them was the Eastern dancing girl in the street of Cairo ; the 
camels and the like ; the theatre outside of which sat that little 
band which made such hideous music, and the Egpytian tom-tom 
mounted on a camel and leading the wedding procession. You 
saw all these ? Well, they weren't the only attractions, for I 
have some things to tell you which, perhaps, you did not see. 

John Newbold — a part of the American exhibit — could be 
seen at most all hours of the day on the Midway Plaisance. To 
be candid, he was located on the right-hand side as you went 
down the Midway, in a building right across from Blarney Castle, 
outside of which hung this large sign, painted in pink, red and 
rouge : 



COME ! 

SEE THEWORLD'S $1,000 BEAUTIES. 

EVERY NATION IN THE WORLD 

REPRESENTED. 

ADMISSION 50 cents. 



And here you would always find John. So one night after the 
shop was closed and the beauties had removed their disguise, 
John asked some of his comrades to go over with him and see 
what the " Beer Tunnel " was like. They must have seen, for 
when John came to get out of the grounds he had great difficulty 
with a revolving gate, which opened inward instead of outward. 
He then sat down and thus soliloquized : " Wash's to do .-* Ga-te 
(hie) lock. Wash care I .'' Sleep here." A policeman going his 
rounds late that night noticed the form of a man lying in a cor- 
ner by this gate, and rousing him told him he must get off 
the grounds. " Sir, I'se obey you. I would (hie) not harm a little 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 73 

c-hic-kie," said John. " I know you would not," replied the offi- 
cer, "but you must get off the grounds." So without further 
ado he started for the nearest exit gate and the policeman left 
him. However, he could not find it, so started to climb the high 
fence which surrounded the grounds ; but, alack ! when he finally 
did reach the top he lost his equilibrium and dropped to the earth 
below. 

John Davis, Perk, Kid Carroll and Phil Walker all went to 
the fair together, and it is reported that the Board of Lady 
Managers held a meeting as soon as they heard of the arrival 
of this " Big Four," to beg of Satan that he would remain away 
from the place while they were there. However, he did not do 
it. I could tell you many, many stories about them — how they 
stole signs and other things, how they flirted with many maidens, 
etc., but I shall only relate one incident. It happened that 
they became very much attached to the theatre in the street of 
Cairo, and thoroughly enjoyed watching the musicians play on 
their drums and castanets. One night an idea struck them — 
strange, wasn't it i* — and it was this, that they ought to take 
some part in the performance. Accordingly the plans were 
laid, and thus they carried them out. Phil, Perk and John 
seized the drums and castanets and began to make music that 
actually hurt the drums of the ear, while Charlie came whirling 
and spinning on the stage, stamping his feet and moving his 
shoulders up and down. Now the music increases, it gets 
faster and faster, the musicians shriek and cry in their excite- 
ment, the dancer is circling a ring like an Indian war dance, the 
contortions of the body increase — and the dance ends up by the 
interference of a policeman. They say they had a fine time, 
and, as a matter of fact, nobody doubts that statement. 

It was quite hard out there for some people to get things 
straight — Ed. McCormick called the main part of the lagoon in 
front of the Administration Building, Lake Michigan ; and he 



74 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

remarked how much Horticultural Bridge looked like the Bridge 
of Sighs ; Knox Taylor invariably called the Wooded Islands 
the Thousand Islands, and, worst of all, he called the Intermural 
Railway the Intermutual Railroad. Girard Herrick went 
through the Esquimaux Village, and seeing the dogs in their 
kennels wanted to know if those dogs were really alive, and if 
so would they give him a ride on that sled there ? And there 
were many more just like these. 

Jim Blair — our anthropopathical Jim — was also at the Fair. 
He visited Harold and Stanley McCormick — you know, the 
great McCormicks, that is Harold alone. He'll tell you all 
about himself if you'll pay the price, which I advise you not to 
do. " Our line of ancestors," he says, " came over from Scot- 
land in the fifth century when King Meberamalgau sat on the 
throne, which makes us more than two hundred years older than 
any other line of McCormicks in this country. We belonged 
to the Herculean Clan of the Highlands, and though for the 
past few generations there have been no signs of this fact, 
nevertheless it has been revived again in me, showing itself 
most conspicuously in my shoulders and limbs, and I believe that 
my visage is the distinguished mark of the high character of the 
whole clan." But passing on from what Harold thinks of him- 
self to what Stanley really is, and then contrasting the two to Jim, 
we finally get back on our original story. They were " doing up " 
the Fair in grand style, and taking their time about it, when 
some one suggested, one beautiful evening, that they get a crowd 
of girls and take a gondola ride ; and this just suited the Scranton 
visitor, who was anxious to show the Chicago girls that he was 
a "pretty hot Willie." "It is a distinct stage in a man's social 
evolution when he acquires the proper use of the word 'charm- 
ing,' " but Jim had hard trouble in learning how to prolong the 
first syllable, and pronounce it as all society people do. However, 
he overcame this fault, and as he and a Miss were sitting 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 75 

in the bow of one of the large gondolas, he began talking of 
what a charming evening it was. In the centre of the gondola 
there was erected a covered canopy — a protection from the sun 
in the daytime — and to each of the four posts which supported 
this there now hung Japanese lanterns. The whole party was 
very jubilant at the start, but as they rowed up to the north end 
of the lagoon and away from the noise and bustle, the gondola 
was left to drift and the gondoliers played the mandolin and 
guitar and then sang that beautiful serenade, "On Venice 
Waters ; " and when they came to the lines, 

" What though the world be wide, 
Love's golden star will guide," 

Jim whispered softly to his compeer, "How charming!" When 
the music ceased the whole party began to "jolly up" again ex- 
cept these two in the bow, which, of course attracted con- 
siderable attention, for the dim rays of light from the lanterns 
fell directly upon them, showing a profile view of the lady 
with Jim below her, gazing contentedly into her beautiful brown 
eyes. Presently one of the girls in the stern cried, jokingly : 
" Oh, Mr. Blair ! Don't you think everything here is lovely ? 
The lanterns throw such a tender illumination upon you that I 
couldn't help but remark about it." "Illumination !" said Jim, 
"please don't speak of illumination when these eyes" (looking 
up into them again) "beam so tenderly into mine." Can you 
imagine what his companion did .'' Can you imagine what the 
rest of the party did } No .? Well then, they simply collapsed. 
The young pilgrim on society's road could not imagine what 
was the matter until one of the party remarked: "Mr. Blair! 
you're awfully clever. Really very funny." Then he too saw 
the joke and laughed. 

It was about the middle of August that Harold McCormick 
had to come East to attend to some business and other matters of 



y^ HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

importance on which he is always bent. While this was being 
attended to he was the guest of Girard Herrick in New York. 
The business was attended to, and the day before starting home 
he went to the Pennsylvania Railroad office and secured a ticket 
with a stop-over in Cleveland. The next day he started, pre- 
pared to enjoy himself until he should arrive at his destination. 
Upon his arrival there he went to the Hotel Hollenden, and as 
soon as he had registered in his striking, characteristic hand, 
" Harold McCormick, Chicago, 111.," the clerk rang for a police- 
man. Our classmate was immediately handcuffed, placed in a 
patrol and taken to the station-house amid loud and clamorous 
protests. "What am I arrested for .? What have I done .? Don't 
you know who I am t I'm Harold McCormick, of Chicago," 
and all this with the greatest excitement. As soon as he was 
landed at the station-house he was brought before the Station- 
Master and was asked all the questions which are put to culprits. 
The Station-Master then turning to the officer asked : " Charge } " 
And there came the sharp, terse reply : ^^ Forgery and Robbery'' 
He was then searched and asked if he had anything to say, 
whereupon he gave this answer : " Your Honor ! I think this is 
a mistake. I am Harold McCormick, of Chicago. A brother 
of Cyrus McCormick, of Chicago. I have come from New York 
and am now on my way home. I stopped over here to see a 
friend and as soon as I registered at the hotel I was arrested." 
Well, to make a long story short, it seems that a " crook" had 
adopted his name, had just committed a robbery and a forgery 
and was supposed to be somewhere between New York and 
Chicago, and thus it was that the officers got the wrong person. 
Now Harold had stopped over in Cleveland to see a lady friend 
with whom he had made an engagement for that evening, but it 
took him three hours to prove his identity, and consequently the 
visit was postponed until the following morning, and then, when 
he did call, she was occupied; but, nevertheless, she took time to 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. JJ 

send to him in the drawing-room her sorrow and the morning 
paper, which contained a long article with the bold heading 
"Harold McCormick, of Chicago, arrested." But now we hear 
that everything has been righted, and that they are the best of 
friends. Ah ! you're a winner, Harold, without a doubt. 

I have carried you, kind reader, across this country of ours 
and back again, and again to Chicago, merely to do justice to a 
few men who were located in that vicinity. But now we are 
back in Princeton and will talk of Princeton for a few months 
to come. We paraded the campus in true Junior fashion and 
we sang good old rye-rhythmed songs such as these : 

We have been to the Great World's Fair, 
The birds and the beasts were there, 

The old racoon 

By the light of the moon 
Was combing his auburn hair 
The monkey he got drunk, 
And he fell in the elephant's trunk 

And the elephant he 

Got down on his knee, 
And what became of the " monk .-' " 

[This we sang to the chorus of the Bowery : 

On the Midway, the Midway, 
They do such things, 
And they say such things, 
On the Midway, the Midway, 
We'll never go there any more. 

Singing these songs, talking of the times we had during the 
summer, telling how many girls we now correspond with — not 
how many two months from now, — leading the Freshmen on to 
victory in their baseball game, wearing a blase air, and you see 
us the typical Junior Class. A glorious life ! The grandest 
year in the college life ! and, perhaps, can even our Prophet 



78 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

tell, the happiest year of the numbered ones we have on earth. 
We started in to make the best of it and we certainly did suc- 
ceed. 

On October 5th we held a meeting and paid tribute to the 
following men : We conferred the greatest honor on James 
Blair, Jr., whom we elected President ; Howard A. Colby, Vice- 
President ; Robert A. Inch, Secretary, and our old stand-by, 
Theodore S. Huntington, Treasurer. And now we had the 
"old machine" in hand and were going to run her forward 
like Bill Jones and the rest of them used to do. So we're "off 
at the Gutt." 

The fall months in Princeton are filled with lots of fun for 
Juniors. Professor West described us well when he said : 

"The spirit of student life in Princeton is first, last, and all 
the time, democratic. The campus is their dyopd, and there they 
are at almost all hours of the day and night. Sometimes it looks 
as though they 'spent their time in nothing else but either to tell 
or hear some new thing.' Sometimes it is athletics, sometimes 
it is continuous contemplation of the campus, sometimes the 
need of considering the wisdom of Faculty action, sometimes 
the relative merits of pipe and cigarette, sometimes the pursuit 
of fun for its own sake and independent of utilitarian considera- 
tions, that enlists their attention. What sights and sounds ! 
'The noise, the joys, the boys, the games, the fun!' The inex- 
tinguishable Homeric laughter ! The processions moving to 
and fro in the still October evenings, singing college songs, and 
all the phases of their tumultuous, open, unforgetable student 
life ! How a professor living in contact with such life can ever 
become a fossil is of course a mystery, in which, however, one 
thing at least is clear, and that is that the students do not make 
him one. The ceaseless ferment of this college democracy is an 
invaluable force." 

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 79 

to enliven the Professors, Gordon Fisher was elected to The 
Tiger ; Bissell, Irvine and Butler were put on the '■^ Daily SJicef 
merely to keep these same worthies well informed of the doings 
in College, and James, by boot-licking the Manager, had secured 
the Assistant Business Managership of the same. And speak- 
ing of "ceaseless ferment!" all I can say is that the grill-room 
of the new Princeton Inn was kept busy accommodating us. 
There Tom Slidell would get a comfortable chair in the "shank 
of the evening," and there he would sit till the lights were put 
out, singing sweetly his favorite song, " Ceaseless ferment, for- 
ever;" Phil Walker told "funny stories" of the Postmasters 
down in the Old Dominion ; Howard Colby gave us his experi- 
ences in the forests of Michigan ; Fred Norris had some ghost 
story ; Sport Porter a real thrilling, exciting experience which 
he had passed through with Harvey Koehler or La Fetra ; Frank 
Morse knew any amount of stories which he had written for the 
"ZzV." — and had been refused; and Harny Koch told many 
stories about his sweet little room-mate Jimmy Hayes. This 
same grill-room was the place were Poller Ross and Doc Fry 
became regular "topers," and they even drank champagne every 
night for a month or two. Oh ! Poller, couldn't I tell how I 
met you and Doc in front of the Second Presbyterian Church 
one night pleading with an old tramp and begging him to turn 
from the path of wickedness, and to ioVi.Qm you, but he would 
not ! Gail Dray and Williepants Egbert here learnt to imbibe 
"P. I." and "Light Schaffer." Bovo Borie brought here his 
own individual Stein and the example set, so did most every- 
body else. 

Our Junior year was full of grave responsibilities ; we were 
supposed, acting in conjunction with the Seniors, to stop all 
hazing ; we were the people who set the example for the Under 
Classmen ; we edited the Bric-a-Brac this year, and, most im- 
portant of all, we had charge of the Freshmen. We led them to 



80 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

victory in their "rush;" we helped them win their baseball 
game, and we helped them put up their Procs. This job was 
undertaken one dark, stormy night, when we thought that, 
surely, every Sophomore was in bed. But how badly we were 
fooled ! As the initiative to this undertaking Ed Munn and 
Tom Slidell broke into Charlie Lee's and played particular 
havoc. They broke windows, battered down doors, fired hot 
irons at the Chinamen, and then stole their counter. Then a little 
later Harny Koch ran up and down the street yelling to every- 
body that the Procs. were coming out. A brilliant trick, I must 
confess. When 2 a.m. finally did come, no Freshmen appeared to 
help us do the work, so we started out ourselves. Charlie Hen- 
drickson got an old white plug and a tumble-down wagon and 
started for Lawrenceville, Dick Stockton appropriating the use 
of his father's horse, started with a crowd for Pennington. 
[They were subsequently found about half-way there, in a som- 
nambulistic condition, with the horse eating grass along the 
highway.] The rest of us started to do the town ; but 
the moment we reached the 'Varsity field — strange to say 
— we stopped. Reason .-' Why, it was a matter of about 
fifty Sophomores to ten Juniors, and you know, don't you. 
Cress, that five to one are pretty big odds .-* Well, we intended 
to give up the job, and so started for our rooms ; but when we 
attempted to come on the campus then did we meet with resist- 
ance by arms. Runt Hodge was thrown against the Scientific 
Building, J. Paxton was hung on the campus fence, the wounded 
were left lying where they fell, and those who had the Procs. 
were stripped of their clothing until every Proc. was found and 
burnt. 

Football was now at its height. Practice was going on every 
day and we were again beginning to look forward to a champion- 
ship. The game with the University of Pennsylvania was near 
at hand, and that over, Yale was to be the next victim. Nor 



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did we base our prophecies illogically; for as in '89 Lehigh had 
scored against us, so did the same thing happen this year, and 
accordingly — that is, according to Sam Curtis and Deacon 
White — we would win it again this year. At all events, the 
team certainly was getting in good shape, the interference was 
well formed, the men were all in the best of condition, thanks 
to our trainer. Jack McMasters, and everyone was saving his 
"piasters" for the games which were soon to be played. But, 
hold ! we disremember. 

In October of Junior year we won the class baseball cham- 
pionship, and in November the class football championship. 
You remember how we defeated the Seniors, don't you .•' Well, 
Jesse James practically won the game, for he made a run of 105 
yards and scored a touchdown, the only one made during the 
entire game. All honor to our team ! for every man on it 
worked like a Trojan. And I know we do not need to be 
reminded of how we praised and lauded them for some time to 
come. Frank Reynolds and Joe Bunting made out-of-sight ends, 
Hugh Hodge and Deacon White were "sleek" tackles, the 
giant guards, Pease and McColl, did their part gloriously, and 
to criticise the work of Sandow Beveridge would be an affront 
of which I would not be the perpetrator. To Billy Neill, Char- 
lie Cochran, Jess James and Wilfrid Hagar, our plucky and 
nervy backs, thanks for the brave way in which you upheld the 
honor of our class when defeat almost stared us in the face. 
You certainly did acquit yourselves with glory, for which we 
have since sung you songs of praise. 

Soon after this football game we held a Class meeting, at 
which the question for discussion was, "How can you beat us .''" 
but as no answer could be given the meeting was adjourned. 

About this time in Junior year the College was visited by 
book agents from all parts of the country. Some people have 
the gift of loquaciousness, some more, some most ; and whether 
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82 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

this gift — may I call it such — is found in a Methodist preacher, 
fnore in a class historian, or most in book agents, you know 
better than I can tell you. Be that as it may, it was the misfor- 
tune of one particular book agent, in going through Brown, to 
run across Dick Egbert's room, and, being admitted, he imme- 
diately made known his errand. But no sooner had he done so 
than he got a reply from Richard something like this : "Get the 

out. I don't want any of your books. You and all 

your race are a set of , and the sooner you know that 

the better." The horrified book agent took this in very calmly, 
and when Dick finally did stop, he reached in his pocket and 
bringing forth a little book handed it to him, with this remark : 
" Here, sir, is a Bible. First-rate book. Full of useful informa- 
tion. It'll help you." With that he left the room, and Dick 
spent the next few days in trying to find out if anyone had seen 
a book agent in town. 

Some bright person has called November "the month of 
secret practice and of hopes of victory, with football our all-ab- 
sorbing topic," and I think this is as good a description as you 
can get, when the two great games are excluded. On the fourth 
of this month we left for Philadelphia, and, incidentally, Man- 
heim, with trousers rolled high (for we had heard of a heavy fog 
in London), mackintoshes, sweaters, etc., prepared to enjoy the 
game with the Quakers, even though it was pouring rain. We don't 
remember much about that game except that we added another 
victory to our long list, and came home jubilant dirvd flush. And 
now we talked of nothing but football. Every man in College 
had devised some new trick which he was sure was not theoret- 
ical only, but practical. Trilby Hayes was trying to work out a 
system of interference from the heliocentric theory of Coperni- 
cus, and by Kepler's Laws of Planetary Motion he had each of 
the three backs " sweep out equal areas in equal times." Even 
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getting the team in readiness for the Yale game; but, neverthe- 
less, when Thanksgiving Day came they were in New York, and 
we were there too. 

At last the time for the game arrived, and we left for Man- 
hattan Field, some of us on coaches, some in carriages, and the 
rest on the L. Some took their papas and mammas, some their 
sisters and brothers, some a very dear friend, and others, only a 
few, their fiancees. Does any Princeton man need a descrip- 
tion of that game ? A thousand nays ! for even an attempt to 
describe it would be futile. Both teams fought courage sans 
peur, and the game was anybody's until the referee's whistle 
ended all doubt as to who were the winners. To say we were 
jubilant, is putting it mildly — we were intoxicated with joy. 
New York could hardly contain us that night, and with bands 
and mascots, with brooms and umbrellas, and with triumph and 
victory on our heads, we paraded the streets until the " the wee 
sma' hours." We returned to Princeton some time within the 
next four days, and on Monday had a grand old celebration, the 
like of which hadn't been seen here for a few years. And what 
a celebration it was ! Freddie Pool upset himself and everbody 
near, about every other minute, and all he was able to utter 
was, " I'm cel'bratin', I'm cel'bratin'," Tommy Ross, Curly 
Nelson, Mike Hunt and Buck Masters played a game of "hunt" 
with one another, though not separated by five feet, and then a 
batch of '95 fellows got wheelbarrows and started to push the 
players around the cannon-fire ; but the fact was proven that 
they had mistaken their calling, for instead of wheeling the 
players around the cannon, the players placed these same gen- 
tlemen in these same barrows and then wheeled them off home. 
A sort of hard-luck story, wasn't it .'' 

Football over, there was little to do now except to poll, grind, 
dig, or any other epithet which you wish to call it. Some of our 
class, however, didn't take to this at this time, so every evening 



84 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

they would gather together down in Brown, though for what 
purpose we did not know for a long time. The crowd consisted 
of Howard Colby, Doggy, Jake Kahn, Cresson, Phil Walker, 
Ralph Seltzer Dilley, John Davis and perhaps one or two others. 
The regularity of their meetings finally attracted the attention 
of Sam Calhoun, one of our " corps of competent and polite Proc- 
tors," and from the intense calmness and stillness which prevailed 
he thought that surely something wrong was going on, and 
surmised a poker game. Without any warning whatsoever he 
burst in upon them at breakneck speed. But, alas ! to his hor- 
ror and chagrin (especially chagrin) he found them all toasting 
their feet around the grate-fire and studiously reading religious 
papers, namely, the Tracts which are distributed in that dormi- 
tory as well as in Dod. Thus it was that we learned of their 
meetings and what their object was, and we all enjoyed the 
story of how the Proctor was sold. 

The Bric-h brae Committee was now through with its labors, 
and Hunny, with his associates, were hustling the printers so 
as to produce the book before Christmas vacation. It appeared 
on December 19th, the same day on which the Glee Club Organ- 
ization started on its Southern trip. It was the finest Bric-a-brac 
that had ever been published, and we were proud of the results 
of those who had it in charge. 

According to schedule, the Glee, Banjo and Mandolin clubs 
started for the South a day or two before College closed, and 
gave their first concert in Baltimore. Beef and Doggy went 
with the clubs this year, and seemed to enjoy the trip im- 
mensely. Every night at the hour of our departure you would 
find Beef in the responsible capacity of gate-keeper. Here he 
would give vent to all he contained, and in these words : " All 
.aboard ! for Newark, Elizabeth, Rah way, Metuchen, New Bruns- 
wick, Princeton, Trenton and Philadelphia. On the right ! " 
And then fearing that some individual had gotten on the wrong 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 85 

train, he would go through every car, waken every one and 
calmly inquire, " Where are you destined ? " and if an answer was 
not forthcoming he would haul the sleepy form into the aisle 
and then bawl out again, "This train for Newark, Elizabeth, 
Rahway and Metuchen," at which point he would stop and 
remark : " But touch me not ; " and then proceeding, he would 
repeat again the destinations for which the train was bound. 
At Vicksburg the fellows were shown through the cemetery, 
and here it was that Beef gave an exhibition skirt dance, to the 
vexation of all the ladies present, and he even went so far as to 
have a photographer come out from the city and picture him in 
his most graceful pose. 

On the other hand, Doggy conducted himself magna cum 
prudentia. He was Captain Trenchard, and of course all the 
actresses and prize-fighters and all the bicycle riders and 
physical -culture girls wanted to talk with him about his great 
strength and how acquired. The New Orleans papers seriously 
considered publishing an "extra," giving a history of his life, 
just as the Ten Cent Library has since done; and in Memphis 
the audience positively refused to allow the concert to proceed 
until Messrs. Trenchard and Wheeler presented themselves 
upon the stage. The only thing for which we can criticise 
"Dog" is the way in which he put common every-day cord upon 
his guitar instead of gut strings, and would then do enough 
fingering for all the other guitarists combined. 

Tom Pierson lost his heart to a beautiful plantation damsel 
who was residing at the time in Vicksburg, and, to be candid, 
he has never since found the equal of "Minnie." Stanley 
McCormick also got mixed up in the game, and the outcome of 
the matter was that they both would go to the hotel to say 
farewell ! Stan should be the first to do this sad act, and then 
Tom was to go to heal the wound Stanley had left, and to com- 
fort her before parting. No person knows what happened, but 



86 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

this much is known, that Stanley had had only three minutes' 
bliss, when Tom interrupted and took an hour merely to say 
good-bye. Of a truth, strange things happen sometimes. 

Few men have gone through a college course with a "spotless 
reputation," but up to this time no one could have pointed the 
finger of scorn at L. Frederic Pease, the efficient leader of the 
Glee Club, and it was only his much prized beard that brought 
him trouble this time. Oh, Fred! can you ever forget Buffalo 
and what happened there ? Yes. Well then, I'll remind you of 
it. It happened that among the beautiful girls who attended a 
reception given to the clubs, Pop met the " girl of his choice," 
and proceeding to some shady nook they drifted off into the 
realms of "the sweet subsequently." Her lovely manners and 
her winning ways, so enticing, encouraged Fred, and ere long he 
reached the climax. "May I have just one kiss.?" he asked, 
bending over as if to take it even if consent was not forth- 
coming, and at the same time whispering tender words of 
persuasion; but she sprang to her feet and straightening 
herself to her full height said, piquantly: "Really, Mr. Pease, I 
am not in the habit of kissing buffaloes." And now : 

Fred's been looking for a place 
In which to go and hide his face. 
Oh what would you do in such a case ? 
In such a deplorable case? 

Christmas vacation over, we again came back to " the ancient 
college built in an ancient town " to learn what we didn't know 
before examinations began, and in this respect we were like 
Billy Sloane, who "don't claim to know everything," as he once 
told us. As hard polling necessitates exercise, and as the 
Seminoles set us the example, it is the college custom during 
this season of the year to promenade Nassau Street every even- 
ing between the fashionable hour of five and six. Accordingly, 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 8/ 

Ralph (commonly known as Poller) Hoagland was strolling 
towards Evelyn with a friend one afternoon in January, and, 
upon meeting several Princeton young ladies they stopped, and 
Ralph, not knowing them, was introduced. Their services as 
escorts were offered and accepted, and they had a lovely walk 
home ; but Ralph's companion did not catch his name, and knew 
no more to whom she was talking than if he were the man in 
the moon. The contrary with Ralph; he was much impressed 
with his new acquaintance and, having had an invitation to 
call, decided to go that very night. His ring was answered by 
the butler, and the name of 



^^-r. S^a//i'/i S/:' S^o^iand. 



was carried to the lady. But here the first trouble came, for he 

had asked to see Miss A , of which there are two, and he no 

more knew which one he had called upon than did they which 
one he had come to see. After much discussion between them 
the younger finally made her appearance, and by good luck she 
happened to be the "girl wanted." Their conversation had not 
progressed very far when Ralph made himself the subject of it 

in this manner : " You know. Miss A , I am a Fresh Junior 

just having entered college this year, and consequently do not 
know many of the fellows you refer to. I assure you this could 
be the only possible reason for not having met you before. My 
home is Chicago, and knowing most of the boys here who are 
from Chicago, I was influenced to come to Princeton." His 
frock coat, creased trousers and completed toilet must have 
made quite a change from his appearance of the afternoon, for 
still she did not recognize him, but vivaciously replied : " Why, 



88 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95, 

how awfully funny. I just met a man this afternoon who was 
in the very same circumstances ; he was a Fresh Junior and 
came from Chicago, but I didn't catch his name when introduced, 
and so have no more idea to whom I was talking than if no one 
had been there at all. I certainly would like to know who he 

was." "Oh, Miss A ," came the quick rejoinder, "is it 

possible that you have forgotten me .-' It was I whom you met 
this afternoon. I who escorted you home, and I whom you 
invited to call. Promise that you won't forget me again and 
then I can rest in peace." We all sympathized with Ralph, 
that fate and love — especially love — had been so cruel to him, 
but the promise must have been given, for we afterwards saw 
them taking daily walks towards Morven and Guernsey Hall. 

And now everybody was going over to town to buy a gallon of 
oil, a can of chocolate and a box of crackers ; dusty alarm clocks 
were taken from the still more dusty shelves and regulated so as 
not to go off an hour ahead of time, lamp-shades and eye shades 
were bought in profusion, gas stoves were put in readiness for 
4 A.M. arisings, the campus was completely deserted — even by 
Jimmy Stenk, and the Great Plague of 1894 was here. Have you 
ever considered what the word "examination " means .'* Whether 
it is the discovery of what you do know, or the knowledge of 
what you do not know.'' Chappie Biddle answers : "It's some of 
neither and a great deal of both." Chap gets through this "by 
the skin of his teeth," and that by " horse luck," but in the other 
subjects he is sure of a first or second group ; and yet when 
exams, are over we find him conditioned in the latter and "not 
graded" in the former. But cheer up. Chappie, you'll be an 
A.B., M.D., D.D. some day, bye-and-bye ! Yea, even before 
Marshal Urban, our Washington's Birthday Orator, again 
harangues on "The Nation's Idol" in the gymnasium, or before 
Ben Butler again represents us in a Washington's Birthday 
Debate. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 89 

What a world of wisdom ! What a cosmos of knowledge ! 
What an orbis terrarum of intellect ! Never since the Hon. 
John Hamilton granted the first charter to this College in 1746 
until this present day has there ever entered such an intel- 
lectual, ambitious, awe-inspiring, conquering, ever-to-be-remem- 
bered CLASS AS OURS. We had learned all that it 
was possible to know about the Pre-Socratic, the Socratic and 
the Post-Socratic periods of philosophy under Jeremy Ormond. 
Prof. "Twinkle" came to realize that we knew a great deal 
about the dimensions, mass and density of the sun, that we 
knew that hydrogen and helium were the constituent parts of 
the Chromosphere and Prominences, that we were well informed 
of the theories of Schiaparelli, Schroter, Zollner, Doppler, 
Halley, Cassini, Galileo and others, and that we were experts in 
handling the Filar Micrometer, the Pryheliometer and Violle's 
Actinometer. The only man who didn't know anything at all 
about the subject was Fitzhugh Speer, as was shown one day 
when Professor called on Fitz and asked this question : " Mr. 
Speer, how do you account for the fact that it takes us twenty- 
four hours to complete the solar day, while it takes us but 
twenty-three to complete the sidereal day — what becomes of the 
four minutes, which, as you know, is the average daily differ- 
ence.-'" "Well," replied Fitzhugh with great gusto, "there have 
been quite a number of explanations given of this phenomenon 
by all the learned astronomers, but I believe the one generally 
accepted in this college is that these foiLr minutes are set apart 
for breakfast." The much respected Professor dismissed the 
class, and we all departed for luncheon. 

The majority of us caught fourth group in Jurisprudence, but 
were consoled by the fact that we knew Woodrow Wilson always 
grades a man as low as he can in the first term of Junior Year, 
and so we entertained hopes for the future. Three hours a week 
we had Physics with Billy Magie, and thanks, under his constant 



90 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

and watchful eye, we learned a great deal which we did not 
know before. Though we had had Mechanics we had not learnt 
the proportionate amount of stress and strain which Johnny 
Degnan exerts every time he rings the bell, but we were informed 
of that here ; of the electrostatic unit of current we were given 
full knowledge ; we were instructed of the intricate workings of 
the potentiometer and piezometer, of the gyroscope aud spectro- 
scope and of the anode and cathode, and we were informed, as 
well as instructed, that no man would be allowed to attend this 
recitation in a sweater, and if one were desirous of a high group 
he must have his shoes shined, be cleanly shaved, must doff 
cheviot shirts for white linen, and must have his hair neatly 
brushed — mustaches combed — every time he made his appear- 
ance in the room. If your memory is good you'll never forget 
the day that Fuzzy Crawford was ejected from the class simply 
because he wore a sweater, and because his straggly beard wasn't 
neatly arranged. Lots of us had taken Billy Sloane in ancient 
history, and what we didn't know about history really wasn't 
worth knowing; Jack Hibben had brought us up in the straight 
and narrow way, and had taught us more about the Bible than 
we had ever known before. Now we were studying Job — learn- 
ing to know that though based on fact, the book, in form, is 
fictional, and as to whether it is a drama or an epic, we dis- 
covered that it has no dramatic action whatsoever, and is epic 
only in so far as it stands for the children of Israel. 

With Scotty we had learned that Geology was composed of 
three parts, to wit : dynamical, structural and historical. We 
were informed that the "causes now modifying the structure of 
the earth" were : atmospheric, aqueous, organic and igneous. We 
became acquainted with glaciers and their movements, with rocks 
and minerals of all kinds, with springs, with volcanoes and with 
many other natural phenomena. We had had \^vxf]-'>^oyo% and our 
belief in self-reality made more apparent by our retention, recol- 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. QI 

lection and recognition of this sense perception, enabled us to 
form a voluntary imagination of motivation. With Prof. Corn- 
wall we had learnt all about organic, inorganic and theoretical 
chemistry ; we knew a great deal about the ethyl, methyl and 
acetylene series, and we could rattle off Mendeleeff's table as 
easily as though it were two times two ; we could easily apply 
Avogadro's Law in deriving the equation M 2=28.88 xdj, and for 
us Mitscherlich's Law of Isomorphism was easy fruit. 

Then came Art with Markie, who stands among the foremost 
in Archaeological authority, and is therefore always " on the 
scratch!' Frothy, too, told us lots about Mediaeval art, and of the 
characteristics of the Christian, Romanesque and Gothic schools. 
Gide didn't know any more about Pol. Econ than did Brother 
Daniels or ourselves — the book was used merely as a matter of 
form ; we could trace all sorts of curves, whether they would 
represent cost and production, supply and demand, or gain and 
loss. We could define " most any old term," state any law and 
criticise Gide and Walker with great eclat. And last, but not 
least, the venerable Dean of this institution lectured to us on 
English literature ; we learned of the writings and characteristics 
of Swift, Pope, Dr. Johnson and others ; of the works of Sir 
Thomas Brown, Addison and Goldsmith, and of the histories of 
Gibbon and Hume we could give general estimates, and we could 
even tell you how far the success of the Tatler was due to Sir 
Richard Steele. 

So were we instructed during our Junior year. We had gained 
an immense amount of knowledge, had learned how to think and 
reason, and had become tangled with some of the greatest prob- 
lems of philosophy. Thus it was that it occurred to some Soc- 
rates in our class — his identity has never been made known, 
though we suspect Oliver Upson — to get a phrenologist to come 
to Princeton and show his skill in craniology. In due time the 
student of Gall made his appearance and began his scrutable 



92 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

examinations, and in less than no time he had made such a repu- 
tation for himself that the whole College hied themselves to his 
lordship, and were having their bumps investigated. The Cottage 
Meister-Singers thought this a good chance to have some fun, 
so they held a confidential meeting with the Professor and 
informed him of a little love affair of which Fred Norris was a 
participant, telling him in particular that Fred was deeply in 
love with the Vice-Deputy Fish Commissioner's daughter, and 
that it was his intention to propose within a very short time. 
He was to come to Fred's room the next evening at 9 o'clock, 
when the crowd would be there, and they'd make things lively. 
A rap on the door at the appointed hour was answered by Fred, 
and the stranger introduced himself thus : " Gentlemen, I am a 
phrenologist of a high rank, and am going through the College 
examining heads for fifty cents, though my prices in the city are 
a dollar and a dollar-and-a-half, according to the size of the head. 
Gentlemen, I should like to have the privilege of examining all, 
or at least, some of you." No person seemed desirous of being 
experimented upon, and the examiner of heads was just about to 
leave when Henk dexterously arose and turning to the 100 yards- 
dasher said : " Fred, I'll have my head examined if you'll have 
yours when I get through ; " and the proposition was accepted. 
Hard luck ! Henk, but your head contains so little that it isn't 
worth while to repeat here the words of the prophet to you, 
though Fred's case is very different. " You live in New York," 
the doctor began on Fred, " and unless I am mistaken, on West 
74th Street. Your parents are both living, and you have one 
sister and three brothers. You are fond of books and read a 
great deal, though you are not what might be called a * book- 
worm.' I believe, from this bisimetrical protuberance, that you 
are also fond of athletics— you play baseball somewhat, and you 
ought to be a renowned sprinter. Sir, you are in love. You are 
passionately enamored with a sea-captain's daughter. She is 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 93 

about your height, her hair and eyes are a shade darker than 
yours, and you correspond with her daily. You intend to pro- 
pose within ." "And what will she say ? What will she 

say ? " cried Fred, springing from the chair, so excited that he 
never heard the shrieks of laughter from the fellows. " For 
Heaven's sake, man, answer," he continued. " What will she 
say .'' Will she throw her arms around me and call me ' her 
Freddie,' or will she turn her lovely face away from me and utter 
those cruel words, ' No ! No ! No ! ? ' Speak, man ; answer, say 
something ; " but the man of science had not been prepared for 
this turn of affairs, and consequently was dumbfounded from 
fright. The fellows begged Fred not to make a fool of himself, 
and finally calmed him ; when the learned Sire collected his 
money, told Fred that he really could not tell the lady's answer 
as he had not examined her, and that phrenology was not guess- 
work but a science, and then, bidding them good-night, took his 
departure. Wake up ! Fred, the Chapel bell's ringing and you're 
over your limit now. 

Though great in so many things we did not have the power to 
change the Lenten season, and so our Junior Promenade had to 
be postponed until the sixth of April. And though the good 
society-people would not think of going to a dance during Lent, 
they have no scruples about going to Gymnastic Exhibitions, so 
long as they are given in a Y. M. C. A. building ; so that, accord- 
ingly, Captain McColl with his best men, Hendrickson, Keller- 
man and Wheeler (our representatives on the team), and, inci- 
dentally, with the other members of it, had been taking trips 
around the country doing Spartan " stunts " upon the I'eschelle, 
double and flying trapeze, rings, dars, and the like, and were thus 
showing off their beautiful, muscular, and well-rounded arms and 
limbs. During this time also the Jz^^r came out saying, " We 
are pleased to announce the election of A. P. Nevin, '95, to the 
Board," and, of course, he was receiving congratulations for a 



94 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

year and a-day. Why, the day that his election was announced 
he stood at the quadrangle — between The PrincetonianQ)^ZQ2.x\A. 
The Student's Book Store, about as poor a place as one could 
select, for you're sure to get dunned from one side or the other 
— the entire day, and smiled and grunted at everybody who 
passed, until they finally saw what he was after, when they would 
stop and congratulate him. Two weeks after this, "Cow" went 
to New York to attend to some of his important business and, 
having finished it, he returned to College the following morning 
on the 8.45 train, but no sooner had he taken his seat in the car 
than the Union News Company's crier made his appearance in 
the doorway. ^^ Puck, Judge , Life, Truth, Town-Topics, Standard 
and Cosmopolitan. Out dis morning," he vociferated. Passing 
through the car he was stopped by Parker, who — remembering 
that the Tiger was just about due — asked this question : " Have 
you the ^Princeton Tiger V "Naw, I ain't got no ' Princeton 
Tiger,' " was the reply, "and you don't want to git so fresh, see } 
I don't carry no menagerie show, or if I did, I'd have you in it. 
Now, g'on and mind yer biz ; " and with that he strolled on down 
the aisle. Andrew never again asked the news-agents for the 
Tiger, but if he ever becomes Managing Editor, every tongue 
shall know the difference between the Princeton Tiger, periodi- 
cal, and the Princeton Tiger, mammalogical. 

The forty days fasting was now over, and "all the best fellows" 
paid their five dollars and went to the Junior Prom., if for no 
other reason than merely to get a good, square meal. Chairman 
Crawford, with his Committee, made no pretensions whatever to 
out-do the preceding classes, and yet they had everything so well 
arranged, the room so beautifully decorated, and such a delicious 
and well-served supper, that every one agreed in saying that it 
was the swellest and most gorgeous dance they had ever 
attended. If ever better musicians than Stubb, of New York, 
or better caterer than Trower, of Germantown, or more artistic 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 95 

decorators than Koster, of New York, come to Princeton, it will 
be after our Class has left the "plebeian shades" of this mundane 
sphere. 

About the middle of April a circus came to Princeton, to 
show us how much better they were than Barnum, with their 
advance agent betting dollars to doughnuts that their parade 
would beat anything of its kind on earth. The great pande- 
monium arrived on schedule time ; so promptly, in fact, that we 
were aroused from our soporiferous slumbers — so soporiferous 
that Alex. Andrews can't hear the chapel-bell, though he lives 
in Reunion — by the heavy six-horse vans going from the station 
to the rendezvous, by the unloading of the lions, elephants and 
other tropical beasts, and by the ladies (.'') clamoring from their 
car-windows : "Wake up, boys; we're here!" We all went 
down to bid them good-morning ; had they used Pear's Soap .'* 
and to see if we could do anything for them. You know, we 
received them just like a delegation of preachers and their 
wives, and had a committee appointed to meet and welcome 
them to our little town ; which committee consisted of Rusty 
Otheman, chairman ; attendants — Bill Leggate, Cherub Wells, 
Burt Lukens, Dixon (not the pugilist), Jim Crawford, Charlie 
Condit, Dan Dexter, Selden Haynes, Ray Wadhams, Jack 
Caton, Edward Henry Hoos and Robert Lansing Zabriskie. 
A motley crowd of fellows ! In defence of Harry Roberts and 
Leigh Wyman let me say that though they tried their hardest 
to get on this committee, they were black-balled on the ground 
of bie7tsiance. Throughout the early morning we all tendered 
our respects at the camping-grounds, and at lo o'clock the 
parade started, much to the disgust of Professor Sloane, who 
had us in History at that hour. With the first strains of the 
calliope began the shuffle of our feet, our heads began to whirl, 
we saw visions of ladies on horseback, and our hearts began to 
beat much faster than did our pencils move over the pages of 



96 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

the note-book. Some became so excited that they arose and 
left — subsequently conditioned ; the pollers moved uneasily in 
their seats, while the true sports said : " Hu-s-h ! " Those who 
were free, however, had a rattling good time. They cheered 
the brave ladies who dared to ride such prancing steeds, and 
they hissed the men for taking the " plugs ; " they discovered 
that the papoose's conveyance was constructed from some old 
elm trees which had been carted from the College to a field 
adjoining the circus quarters, and, consequently, this was demol- 
ished ; they corked a lot of empty Canadian Club bottles and 
held these up in front of the cowboys, and, as a result, the 
whole parade was stopped, while the fellows checked the stam- 
pede ; they threw a coat and a pair of trousers at the lion- 
keeper, crying : " Oh ! aren't you ashamed of yourself ? You'd 
better put those clothes on or you'll catch cold ! " And they 
gave the clown a warm reception. The Colonial Sangerfesters, 
the Ivy Warblers, the Inn Comrades, who "from childhood 
play'd together," and the Cap and Gown Seigneurs — all had 
their representatives on hand. The two Hodges — Hugh and 
Alex — were there ; so was Bob Wherry ; so, also. Sister Van 
Sellar, and a host of others. You ask what they did 1 Why, 
they simply stripped that clown of his clothing until he resem- 
bled Diogenes ; and they took his wagon and donkeys and car- 
ried them from Chambers Street to the top floor of Dod. Dean 
Murray, though he saw the performance, couldn't collect enough 
discipline to stop it, so ludicrous was it ; and Topley sat on the 
steps for half an hour, "laughing," as he said, "until my sides 
fairly ached." In the afternoon we took in the side-show, which 
was, perhaps, the best part of the circus — the beautiful tatooed 
lady being the favorite. And after the evening's performance, 
the company, escorted to the depot by the same reception com- 
mittee, took their departure amidst many sad adieus. They 
had all made lots of friends during their short sojourn here, and 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95, 97 

had never been accorded such a grand reception as we had 
given them. 

The baseball candidates had been practising steadily since 
February, and now the team was practically selected, and quite 
a number of games had been played. They went to New York 
about this time, to play one of their scheduled games, and 
Doggy, having made the nine, was, of course, taken along. 
Upon their arrival in New York he found that they had several 
hours before the game, so he decided to run over to Fifth 
Avenue and call on an acquaintance, whom he knew very well. 
The lady in question resides on this avenue in the neighbor- 
hood of Fiftieth Street, about as swell a location as anyone 
would wish to have. All we know about the family is, that 
after having lived in the rural districts of Virginia for many 
years, they suddenly moved to New York and secured a beauti- 
ful mansion in the heart of Fifth Avenue. His ring was 
promptly answered, the lady was in, and hardly had his card 
been delivered, when there was a rustle of skirts in the hall, 
and in another moment she had made her entree, attired in a 
very pretty tea-gown. " Excuse this no7n-de-plume, Tom," she 
began ; " but I have been sitting in my room all morning watch- 
ing the people pass pro and con!' " Oh, that's all right," said 
Doggy; "that's all right. Don't worry about your gown — I 
didn't come to see that, but only you." The conversation 
turned on all the topics of the day and time. Had she been to 
any ball games this season .'' No .-• Well, then she ought to go 
to one. Had she been to the Cat Show .'' Yes .-' Well, how 
did she enjoy it .? And which was her favorite — the Irish Set- 
ter or the pair of English Hackneys .-• So they talked — and 
finally the last resort was resorted to. " Do you intend going 
abroad this summer .''" asked Doggy. "I believe the folks are 
going," was the reply ; " but I am not. Terra-cotta is good 
enough for me." About two minutes after that they were bid- 
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98 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

ding each other "olive oil," and Doggy was expressing the hope 
that he would see her soon again ; but he has since made other 
acquaintances, and prefers these to the former ones. 

Newport and Princeton stand by themselves in the tennis 
line. It is the fashion to play tennis, and who is there that 
dares to say : " Princeton is not in the fashion." As the base- 
ball candidates begin practice in the cage, so do the tennis 
fiends begin their game in front of Reunion. The College 
Offices are the net, and the flagstone walk the fau/t-line. Mike 
Elmer says that this practice strengthens the wrist, gives experi- 
ence in " serving," makes one most agile, and gives excellent 
practice in "returning." The egotist does not know enough 
about this to criticise Mike's view, so he'll let it stand on its 
merits, venturing only to say that if these things do hold, Mike 
ought to be a much better player than he really is. The courts 
on Bayard Avenue are very good ones, and are much used by 
the entire College. But now that the fellows had tennis courts, 
the town people decided that they would have to have them, 
too ; so they formed " The West End Tennis Association," and 
had beautiful courts laid out at the foot of Steadman Street. 
Hither our girls — of whom we are duly proud — would gather 
every afternoon, either to play or to watch those who were play- 
ing, and ere long it became a regular social gathering. Pa ! 
Ha ! Just what we had been aching for for so long a time ! 
We had had " no place to go, but out ; no place to come, but 
in ; " nothing to do, but 60 ; nothing to look, but at ; nothing 
to see, but air ; and nothing to feel, but of. And now what a 
change ! What a difference in the evening ! Now we had a 
place to go, we had something to do, girls to look at, hence a 
great deal to see, and we had hands to feel which felt like felt ! 

'Twas a bright, sunny afternoon in May, birds were singing, 
trees were in blossom and the little yellow dandelions were 
just beginning to peep from the rich green of the meadows. 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. QQ 

Never since the year One was there a more perfect day. It made 
you forget your trials and tribulations ; it filled you with bound- 
less joy and unconfined felicity, and it made you rejoice that you 
were at Princeton, and not at Harvard or the University of Penn. 
Thus filled with exuberant ecstasy Lea Kennedy strutted over 
to a young lady's house and asked if she would'nt like to 
walk out to " West End " to watch a few games of tennis, and 
she quickly accepted, being proud to go with such an honorable 
man as Lea. They watched a few " sets," and then started for 
a short walk across country, but finding it much warmer than 
they had expected, soon sat down to take a rest. Without any 
premonition whatever, Lea immediately reached over as if to 
pluck a dandelion, but — horror of horrors ! — he plucked a kiss — 
the kiss of sorrow. For with lightning rapidity she collected her 
istrength and exerted — perhaps extended — it, so that when Lea 
removed his physiognomy he found it was covered with blood. 
Now the " West End " is too good for him, and so he's gone over 
to the " East Side " to escape the story which was going " all 
around the town." 

You are just as bad as HjO Brown, Lea; every bit as bad. 
You know Harry had his eye hurt in our Freshman year snow- 
ball fight, and we thought his wounded eye was an excuse of the 
past, until this spring, when he returned from New York with 
the same in bandages. No one could get any satisfaction from 
him as to what was the cause of the new trouble, but the His- 
tory afterwards learned this fact : that Harry had recently called 
on a friend in New York who was much interested in him, and 
who always inquired about that injured eye. She had done 
likewise on this visit, and had been told that it was just about the 
same, and that that lump was still there. "Why Harry," she 
cried, "what lump .'' You never told me a word about it. Where 
is it } Let me feel," which she did after much ado on the part 
of HjO. But instead of feeling it tenderly, as she ought to 



100 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

have done, she had become so nervous that she rammed her 
finger far into his eye, injured the bone-bruise which was still 
there, and, what a pity, she had consequently blinded her 
Harry for a while. You'll both learn what women are some 
day, and then we hope you'll know how to act when with them. 
On the 3d and 4th of May the Dramatic Association again 
presented " The Honorable Julius Caesar, or " The Kind King ; 
The Keen Conspirators ; The Kute Kids ; The Krafty Kops, 
and the Killing Klimax." The cast (or thrown at the audience) 
was composed in a large degree of men from our class, who had 
the most important parts. There was Chillicothe Smith, " a 
Konspirator ; real tough ; he drinks beer and gets pensums." 
Kndi Augustus Ccssar "Ta.tch.er," "tuffern-can-be;" Jack Frame, 
as Artemidorus, "star juggler extraordinary and comet-tosser 
plenipotentiary ;" " Ducky " Teal as Vasolini or Petroleum Jelly 
— prepared expressly for Medicinal and Toilet purposes by the 
Cheseborough Manufacturing Company, price ten cents — was the 
" smooth singer from the Coliseum " ; Bob Inch as Julia Ccesar, 
graceful (.>') in a feat of feet — " koy, kute and kittenish, a regu- 
lar tutti-frutti." We have no time for Rock of Agens or Frank 
Morse, the Didascalia, according to Terence, tells us not to mind 
the former and that the latter is perfectly harmless. Now, in 
preparing for this performance, the same Robert A. Inch had 
a good opportunity of bracing himself for his future married life. 
In the capacity of Julia CcBsar he was, of course, compelled to 
wear stockings, and the Boston elastics which he always uses, 
would not hold these in place, as he thought ; so he dropped in 
at Waite's and asked for elastic, but as the men's department 
did not contain that article, he was referred to the ladies' coun- 
ter, and was waited upon by a sweet young Miss. " I wish some 
elastic," Bobby began, his nerves weakening rapidly, " some 
elastic. " " Yes, sir; and what kind do you wish.? " " Oh, any 
old kind," was the answer, which conveyed no meaning at all to 



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the saleslady, but left her all the more perplexed. " Do you wish 
it wide or narrow ? Perhaps I can then tell what you want and 
show it to you. For what purpose do you want it .-• " she asked. 
" I want it for a pair of er-gat-er-^-azters. Oh ! yes, you know," 
he kittenishly replied. "And how much will you have .^ " was 
the query. " Oh, t/iree and a-half yards viSSS. be enough, I think," 
he answered, and receiving the elastic, left the store. He made 
the articles — found that three and a-half yards was plenty ; in 
fact, enough to make several pair of gaiters, that the stockings 
remained firmly in place, and was fully convinced that the young 
lady behind the counter didn't know what he was after, after all. 
The Senior Assembly and the Harvard game were the two 
next grand successes. Lots of us went to the Senior dance and 
enjoyed it thoroughly. And the Harvard game was, if any- 
thing, more than enjoyable, for though not so awfully exciting, 
it was interesting to watch, as it added another victory to our 
long list. 12-5 was the story of the afternoon. And now that 
we had defeated Harvard, the Executive Committee of the 
Athletic Association thought it a good scheme to send some of 
our best representative men up to Exeter to talk with the 
athletes of that school, with a view of getting some of them to 
come to Princeton the next September. Hank Bissell and Ed 
Munn were selected as the two best representative men, so they 
set out for Cambridge with heads high and feathers spread in 
true peacock fashion. They naturally expected a large crowd, 
brass bands, four-in-hands and the like to meet them upon their 
arrival ; however, no such glory awaited them — they only arrived 
as common, every-day travellers. Their business over, they 
returned, much pleased with their trip and confident that in the 
fall we would see many athletes from Exeter here, for they had 
seen every man on the team but one, and they understood that 
he was not going to college. " But, alas and alack ! when we 
came back " we found that the only man who had come was the 



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only one they had not seen ; whereupon our opinion of Biss and 
Ed as representative men was considerably lowered. 

And now that the Dramatic Association had had their pictures 
taken, Vaseline — I mean Vasolini, the " smooth singer from the 
Coliseum " — went to New York for the second time to get his 
pictures, for which so many people had been anxiously waiting. 
He entered Pack's and approached the lady behind the counter. 
" Are my pictures done } " he asked, with a naughty little 
twinkle in his eye, " I do not know, Mr. Teal, but will find out 
if you will just wait a minute," she naively replied, and at the 
same time departed on her errand. Left by himself, he set to 
musing. "Thunder ! how does that girl know me } I've never 
met her. I've only been here once before, and there've been 
hundreds of people here since then, and yet she calls me 'Mr. 
Teal.' I don't give a darn, so when she comes back I'm going 
to ask her just for fun." So when she returned with the photo- 
graphs in hand, Arthur bravely began, "When I entered the 
studio, you called me * Mr. Teal'. Now, how do you know who 
I am .'' " " Ah, Mr. Teal," she quickly replied, her face radiant 
with delight ; " I recognized you by those same devilish eyes ! " 
Arthur himself told this story to the History, so that he would 
be sure to have his name in this little book; and now, I trust, 
his lofty (J) desires are satisfied. 

Our June examinations came and were over before we could 
realize it. Though Yale had won the ball game played at New 
Haven, we defeated her here, and so the tie-oif had to be played 
in Brooklyn, and this was won by Yale, much to our sorrow. 
The Caledonian games proved no better for us than they had 
done before — Walter Lord won the 120 yards hurdle, Jack 
Caton the mile run, and Knox Taylor throwing the hammer ; 
while Spider McNulty got second in 100 yards dash, James a 
second in the 220 yards hurdle, Smead a second in the mile 
walk, and Knox again a second in putting 16-pound shot, and a 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. IO3 

few others got thirds, of which they are very proud. The 
majority of us remained over for Commencement, realizing that 
next year would end our College course, and we wanted to see 
exactly how things were done. 

The third year of our course was, I believe, the most enjoyable 
one we had yet experienced, and we firmly believed that Senior 
year could not be more pleasant, more fruitful of good games 
than Junior year had been. So rapidly did this year pass that 
we could not recall what we had done from time to time ; all 
that we could remember was that we had had a most delightful 
voyage, there had been only two examination storms, most 
everybody on board had been well, we had had a swift passage, 
and now we had landed at another harbor, to go for a few months 
on the dry dock ; and then, after having been refitted and re- 
paired, we were to start on the last voyage which the old ship 
could take. We gave each other good-bye just as we did "way 
back in Freshman year," we heard the Seniors sing for the last 
time as such, and then we went from this princely town " to own 
the lilies slender," and to sing songs of championship and glory 
until we should return again. 

Where, Oh where, are the stately Juniors ? 
Where, Oh where, are the stately Juniors ? 
Where, Oh where, are the stately Juniors ? 

Safe now in the Senior Class. 
They've gone out from Magic's Physics, 
They've gone out from Magic's Physics, 
They've gone out from Magic's Physics, 

Safe now in the Senior Class. 



Another of our beloved classmates preceded us to his 
heavenly home during this summer vacation. 

The Senior Class of Princeton, with deepest sorrow mourn 
the sudden death of their classmate, Edward Bowne Kenyon. 
By a life of Christian kindness and sympathy, he won the love 
and respect of all around him. While God in His infinite wis- 
dom has seen fit to close his career so early in life, by removing 
him from our midst, we feel that the memory of his Christian 
life and work shall ever follow us as an influence for that which 
is noblest, truest and highest. We desire to express our feeling 
of profound grief in his loss by resolving that this public expres- 
sion be printed in The Daily Princetonian, and by conveying to 
the bereaved family our heartfelt sympathy in their sad and 
sudden affliction. 

Arthur R. Teal, 
Jacob S. Otto, 
W. Douglas Ward, 

Chairman. 



(104) 




Edward Bowne Kenyox, 
Departed this Life on August 3. 1S94. 



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CHAPTER IV. 

Senior year, 



We returned to College after a most enjoyable Summer and 
began the last year of our course in Princeton on Wednesday, 
September 19, 1894. Senior Year, the Freshman's anticipation, 
the Senior's participation ! The last, the highest rung on 
Princeton's ladder. It was the same, yet different from our 
preceding years. Why, when Lady Nelson came here in 
Freshman year and heard the fellows talking about " Princeton 
buttons " he couldn't comprehend what they meant, but con- 
ceived the idea that the tailors put orange buttons on Princeton 
men's suits, blue on Yale men's clothes, and crimson ones on 
Harvard's well-dressed fellows. As " gay, young Sophomores " 
we had lots to do in taking care of the charge entrusted to us 
by the Faculty ; " Stately Juniors," and we led the Freshmen to 
victory and glory ; and now as " grave, old Seniors " we have 
reached the summit of the hill, and looking forward we see a 
short plateau where everything is bright and beautiful, then 
declivities and valleys ; mountains and mountain streams almost 
unfordable lay farther in the distance, and then way back in the 
horizon there is a beautiful, rolling country, where the sun is 
sinking behind the knolls and where a serene quiet and calm- 
ness seems to rest on all. " Let joy be unconfined ! Let mer- 
riment hold sway ! " says the prophet, while we journey across 
this level country and before we start on the hard, battling road 

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of life. Gargon, bring on the deep red Bacchus — the very best ; 
that which was put in the earthen jars many years ago, and now 
is surely ready for use. Make haste, boy ! " Club "-sandwiches 
for all. Cigars, too, and cigarettes ! Revelry and jollity shall 
hold forth for another year, for whether as Seniors on campus 
or in class-room, Seniors on the ball-field or in chapel, or as 
Seniors on Nassau's resounding steps, we intend to "make 
Rome howl" "while the evil days come not, nor the years draw 
nigh when thou shalt say * I have no pleasure in them.' " 

And yet we have many, many cares throughout this year, for 
as Seniors, dignified, reverend Seniors (supposed to be), togged 
out in caps and gowns, the custodians of our great literary 
Halls, curators of the Philadelphian Society, editors of the Lit. — 
in short, the fundamental organ of the College — as such, I say, 
we have many and arduous cares. All mass meetings are called 
and ruled by us ; for all communication between the Faculty and 
the undergraduate body we are the medium ; we are the admon- 
ishers and advisers ; we represent the College in all athletic 
conferences ; the town-folk bow and make obeisance to us ; the 
Princeton Inn has a special " Table for the Class of '95 " ; visitors 
stand aside and gaze in wonder and amazement as the black- 
robed throng passes by ; the work of our Senior Year is recorded 
by the Juniors in the Bric-a-brac ; to us the Sophomores give 
a farewell reception ; examinations are over, and lo ! Commence- 
ment is here. But stop ! We hasten. Let us reflect. 

The three years through which we had passed had made quite 
a change in our natures. I admit that we were not the same 
punctilious Freshmen who had entered thirty-six months before. 
We were not green and ignorant-like, we were not terrified, nor 
did we worry over the initiative, which the Faculty had taken, 
in registration. The excess over our gratuity of three cuts rata 
per day caused not the slightest alarm — we came back when- 
ever we saw fit. And the fact that this gratuity had been 



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reduced to fourteen cuts — chapel choir-warblers eighteen — was 
received by us with utter sang-froid. What did it matter to us 
how many cuts the Faculty gave ? Didn't they know that we 
would take as many as we wanted ? Why we laughed at the 
word pensum. We CajoQJed the £ maker the Tutor ; and we 
smiled a broad ha ! ha ! at the College officers. Very few of us 
take these pensums when they are given — "where there's a will 
there's a way " — but those who do, say that they are highly 
beneficial. Even Huntington — yes, Hunny, our experienced 
financier and diplomat ; Hunny, our authority on the track ; 
Hunny on The Prmcetonian, and Hunny, the shining planet, 
not to speak of his satellites — even this great and magnanimous 
Huntington says that they are an excellent thing : " for they 
prepare you for an examination better than anything I know 
of." But on the other hand Kid Andrews vouches that they 
are most useless, and are only another means of increasing the 
Faculty's income. Oh ! President Prexy Patton ! Why do 
you tell us a dozen times a year that though it takes ten chapels 
to accommodate the students, and though religion goes resound- 
ing through the corridors of our dormitories. Never will optional 
chapel be granted so long as you are the head of this institu- 
tion. No ! not if every man in College pockets the Daily Morti- 
ifig Princetonian as he touches the Chapel's threshold. No ! 
not if every man in College bows his head in prayer and rises 
for the singing of the hymn. And No ! No ! not even if every 
soul in College refuses to look at the girls in the gallery. Oh ! 
Dr. Francis Landey Patton, F.D., LL.D., P.D., Q.D., Leipsic, 
Heidelberg, Moscow, Tokio, Pekin and Princeton; grant us 
optional chapel, we beseech you. Then will Marquand chapel's 
doors be crowded, even though services begin at 6 a.m., and all 
around you men will bend a subservient knee. 

Insomnia, deafness, nervousness, disinclination to wash, 
soporiferousness, dizziness before breakfast, heart-trouble. 



I08 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

swollen feet which would not permit shoes to go on, and neu- 
ralgia in the fingers every morning — all these apologies and 
many others have been presented to the Faculty " most ancient 
in renown," by distinguished celebrities of our class as excuses 
from chapel. Open, wide-eyed Phoebe Speer was relieved from 
chapel — Insomnia! Clarence Porter was sorely afflicted with 
optical meningitis, and consequently couldn't hear the bell. 
Howard Colby sprained his ankle playing billiards with the 
result that he could not tie his cravat, and without this neatly 
knotted you couldn't pay Howard to leave his room. But the 
climax was reached when Frank Morse, in guileful innocence, 
presented this note : 

Gentlemen of the Faculty: 

Dear Sirs .-—Mr. Franklin B. Morse has been receiving treatment for the 
gout during the last few months. Though a remarkable phenomenon in the 
history of medicine, it is nevertheless a fact that during the night his peda- 
lian organs invariably enlarge— due, no doubt, to the fact that he writes 
" Gossip " for the Lit. — and do not return to their normal size until the sun 
generates enough heat to counteract this dilatation; which time, I would 
say, is about 9 a.m. Very respectfully yours, 

Dr. Rebgen, 

And there are others ; large and square sons of Old Nassau 
— ^you can't always tell — who do these very same things. Psh ! 
Psh ! Psh ! Toot, toot. We're way ahead of schedule time, so 
let's slow up. 

The Geological Expedition, which had set out for the Bad 
Lands in June had now returned, laden with earthly spoils. 
They had discovered many species of rocks, had noted many 
phenomena, and had marked striking characteristics which 
Marsh, Cope, and other great explorers had failed to see. For 
the trip : Porky Brooks jumped off at every station and tried to 
steal the belts which encircled the maidens' waists ; Dick 
Brown made the Indians sick by blowing cigarette smoke in 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. IO9 

their faces, and when he sampled their calumet the fellows say 
he was rather malade for the next few days ; John Garrett 
knew so much about everything that the red men called him 
" Ze Pifessor," the name which he now holds among us ; Walter 
Moses knew everything about horses, and could ride any pony in 
the West — until the cowboys gave him one which " didn't do a 
thing" to him ; and then Charlie Hamilton, our magpie bagpipe, 
tried funny games with some of the squaws, whereupon the 
descendants of Pontiac had funny games with Charlie. You 
know all about it, Hamy, don't you ? They didn't sing " Oh, 
dat Ham-bone am sweet " to you, did they ? Luckily none of 
the fellows were killed, though Ed Munn dashed down a jagged 
precipice after a bottle of " Paul Jones " which proved to be 
empty, and in his endeavor to get this he killed two horses, the 
only two which gave out on the whole trip of twelve hundred 
miles; Runt Hodge carried a piece of iron piping through the 
entire journey, the only means he had of getting his horse out 
of a walk ; Ray Garrett, who seemed to be in love, was always 
by himself, either two miles ahead or two behind the party ; and 
Tom Pierson, who thinks himself the best dancer in College, 
started to teach some cowboys' sweethearts how to dance the 
deux temps, but so awkward was he that his spurs " spiked " a 
lady on the tibia (= ?) and had it not been for the intercessions 
of the other fellows, Tom certainly would have been killed then 
and there by that lady's admirer. No wonder that we were 
glad to see them back and welcome them once more into the 
land of civilization. Beards were shaved, hands and faces were 
washed for the first time in ninety days, and decent clothing 
was put on as they bowed before the portals of Old Nassau. 

The summer months saw our Class scattered over all parts of 
the globe. Ausbury Park contained many of us, but the most 
prominent one was Robert Inch, the great soloist. Why, Pat 
Murphy and Willie Phillips went down to Ausbury one day, and 



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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 



saw, to their amazement, this N. B. hanging in all the hotel 
corridors : 



Grand Minstrels! 

8.30 TO-NIGHT. 

ROBERT A. INCH, 

Princeton's Comic Soloist, is the Great End Man. 
EVERYBODY COME AND BRING YOUR FRIENDS. 

...Hotel Curdel... 



Some had gone to Europe, some to the mountains, and some to 
the country. The football team had gone to Quogue, but now 
all had returned with funny stories. There wasn't a man on 
the football squad who didn't get mixed up in some queer game, 
though all of them deny this — it's natural, you know. Doggy 
met a few friends, so did Ralph Hoagland, and so did Harold 
McCormick. Oh, Harold, you fickle, flying, flirt ! When the 
time came for leaving Quogue, of course, everybody was mak- 
ing engagements for every hour of the day and night, and 
among those whose time was wholly occupied was Harold, dear, 
innocent (i*) Harold. Well, one of his appointments was with a 
very nice young lady ; in fact, the most popular girl at Quogue. 
A very close acquaintance had sprung up between them, and, 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. Ill 

to be candid, the friendship was mutual. Weary in spirit and 
sad at heart, "good-night and good-bye" were said at ii p.m. 
on the last night of the team's stay at the shore, and before 
returning to Princeton. The one sought her room, which hap- 
pened to be on the ground floor directly across the court from 
the servants' quarters, but she could not sleep, so nervous and 
excited was she. The other, thinking, soliloquizing, building 
castles in the air, sought the porch where he could cool his 
fevered brow and steady his trembling nerves. Thus hours 
rolled by, the moon had reached her meridian in the heavens, 
the deadness of night calmly and peacefully rested on all ; — he 

looked at his watch : "Ah, it is time ! " What a 

change, what a metamorphosis, one woman, even a household 
maid, can make in the soul of man ! To the servants' quarters 
Harold repaired to give Nora her good-bye. They met at the 
corner of the court right beside the other one' s window and this 
is what she heard : 

Nora — Harold, dear Harold, must you go away to-morrow? Must you 

leave me here — alone ? 
Harold — Don't speak that way, little Nora. It's as hard for me as for you. 

But I must go. 
Nora — Well, dear one, I will be as brave as I can ; but will you ever think 

of me, Harold ? I, who am only a maid, only a maid ! 
Harold — You know I'll remember you, darling. I'll write to you very soon. 

But now we must part — I have broken training for you, for it's almost 

three o'clock and we're supposed to retire at eleven. So good-bye, 

Nora, my little peach, good-bye. (Tutt, tutt.) 
Nora — (Sobbing.) Good-bye, Harold, my sweetest sugar plum, good-bye. 

Not so tight, Harold, not so tight. 

They part, throwing kisses across the court. 



The other one forgets her friendship, forgets Harold, forgets 
everything, and is dreaming of some other man, some other. 



112 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 

"So it's all over now, 
And they've gone far away, 
And the wild winds moan, 
In a sad, sobbing tone. 
And it's all over now." 

Now we watched Freshmen and Sophomores ; we gazed at 
the proud Juniors, and we wondered if we had been like them. 
Now we looked at things from the Seniors' standpoint and, Oh ! 
how everything had changed. Old friends had gone, old scenes 
of Freshmen hilarity and recreation were covered with build- 
ings, dear Professors had been called to their heavenly home 
and new ones had come to take their places ; and so with 
changes all around us, changes on the north, on the south, on 
the east and on the west, and with only our dear old class the 
same in spirit as it had always been, the journey of our Senior 
year began. 

Yes, some of us had to come early and take examinations just 
as we had done when verdant Freshmen. Yes, we had all to 
subscribe for The Lit. and The Tiger, and those who had not 
done so for The Princetonian had to fill out contracts now. 
The Philadelphia Society — our Y. M. C. A. — was collecting past 
dues, and securing subscriptions for the Forman Fund. Oh, 
no ! we were not as green as in Freshman year. Did any of us 
pay Hungry Golden a dollar for taking our trunks to our rooms .<* 
Did any of us hustle around to find a place to sleep when 
Senior year opened .'' Ah, no ! We came back in a quiet non- 
chalant way. No one made a fuss over us, no one seemed to 
care. Every one was accustomed to us, all knew us — naturally, 
they expected us back. Why when the Freshmen entered last 
September, Dr. and Mrs. Patton gave them a grand reception, 
the Y. M. C. A. flung open its doors and fed them on ice-cream 
and cake, and both Whig and Clio had opened their portals, 
while their Neophytes cried "Come in, come in! Sit down, sit 



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down ! " Way back in our Freshman year similar things had 
occurred, only that as the President and his wife happened to 
be away, we feared we would not be favored with the time- 
honored custom of a reception. But how different we felt ! 
What a change came over us when we received invitations to a 
reception at Mrs. Garrett's ! Do you remember the night those 
invitations came ? Do you remember what a commotion they 
created ? Why Joe Green came running up to my room as soon 
as he had received his "bid," wildly excited and much vaunted, 
wondering if any of the other fellows had been invited. It's all 
right, Joe, you come from Syracuse and so we'll have to excuse 
you. 

And, fellows, from the day that Mrs. Garrett gave us that 
reception, until this present hour she has been a gracious bene- 
factress to our class. Her kind notes to the Faculty have saved 
many of us from trouble, and her interest in the Athletic and 
Musical Organizations and in the College in general has endeared 
her to aH of us. I take this means of expressing to Mrs. T. 
Harrison Garrett the sincere thanks of the Class of 'Ninety- 
Five for the benevolence, the kind hospitality, and the open- 
hearted generosity, which she has extended to all of us, and 
which we all so much appreciate. 

Have you travelled ? Have you crossed this broad Continent 
of ours from shore to shore ? No .'* Well then you don't know 
the amount of good that Payne's Celery Compound is doing in 
the West. Hundreds of souls have been converted lately and 
are now using it before wakening and after somnambulating. 
It is very much like the effect of Hirshfield — I mean Northfield 
— in the East. We've all (.-') been to Northfield and know ex- 
actly what it's like — beautiful drives ; rich, green fields, azure 
skies, good sermons, and nice girls. Daniel Webster White and 
Benjamin Franklin Butler — perhaps, two of the greatest celebri- 
ties, two of the brightest, keenest minds on our roll — hied them- 
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114 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

selves to the "North" to see what good they could do. Now 
this was during our summer vacation, and we would never have 
known a thing about it, nor would it have appeared in these pages 
had not one of Dan's letters, from a certain lady who was also 
at Northfield, gone astray, and landed in Deacon White's room. 
Unintentionally it was opened and read ; — some suspicious pas- 
sages were found, and finally this story was pumped out of Dan. 
He and Ben had gone to Northfield to spend a week or so and 
had taken quite a lot of money with them, so as to treat the 
girls "white." Everything went lovely until the last afternoon 
of their stay, when their great popularity became the source of 
all trouble. Two sweet "feminines" suggested that it would 
be a lovely thing to take a drive, and they pressed the matter so 
that the boys simply couldn't get out of it even though they had 
but $2 apiece, not counting their small change. They had a 
drive such as it was, but neither of them seemed to enjoy it 
thoroughly, for the ri^- was 1^3.50 for the afternoon, and that 
weighed quite heavily on their minds. So upon the return good- 
byes were said and the fellows started — for where .■" The last 
train to any place had gone, there was no way of leaving the 
burg, and by actual count they had but sixty-six cents with 
return tickets to New York. This is what they did : each took 
thirty-three cents. They then .proceeded to a saloon where 
each bought a glass of beer, and handing these over to a tramp 
near-by they proceeded to a "free lunch" supper. For twenty- 
five cents apiece a coachman left them sleep in the harness- 
room of his stable, — James Garfield slept in a stable — and so 
wrapped in 5-A blankets they passed the night serenely. For 
breakfast they bought six-cents worth of ginger snaps and raven- 
ously devoured these. Some hours later they arrived in New 
York, hungry, forlorn, and weary, and each sought the nearest 
alley — not avenue — to the rear entrance of his home. North- 
field's a nice place, isn't it .-' 



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We were greatly surprised to hear, shortly after our return, that 
Walter Moses had changed his name and address, and we found 
that his letters came to Mr, Walter Garrett, No. 3 Stockton 
Street, Princeton. 

No one could account for the change, and no one seemed to 
know why it had been changed, so Walter was bored and bored, 
and questioned and questioned until life became such a burden 
to him that he decided 'to renew his old name. Walter, you 
should remember that though you take breakfast with John 
Garrett, luncheon with Ray, dinner with John, and then poll till 
eleven with Ray, yet you are not one of them and should not 
try to adopt their name. Lancaster people won't like you 
any more if you don't come there as pure and simple Walter 
Moses. 

About this time a great commotion was caused in the class 
by the arrival of Charles Clement Cresson, Jr., from San Anto- 
nio, Texas. He had killed many wild bison during the summer; 
he had spent night after night on the plains and had faced all 
the dangers known to them. He had saved many lives through- 
out the summer, for which his name appeared in the weekly 
paper, and then he started for Princeton, by way of Chicago, 
where he stopped off to attend a very swell reception. He met 
any amount of girls — pretty girls, too — and they thought Cress 
a mighty nice fellow; but here's what one told him; "In- 
deed, I do know your name." "Well, what is it.-*" he asked. 
"Why, it's Crescent — no, that isn't it, either. It's — oh, yes, 
Crystal ; that's it, Crystal. I knew it was something sparkling." 
Puzzle : find the joke. You are sparkling. Cress, and there is 
no use denying that fact. You sparkled after we won the cham- 
pionship last year, and you sparkled when we defeated Penn., 
but then there are times when you don't sparkle, and these are 
quite often, too. 

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had been so some time, so to relieve the monotony of affairs, 
Messrs. Harding, Howe, Neill and Payne went to New York to 
spend a Sunday, and registered at the Sturtevant House. Of 
these, I would say that the best behaved is Chris Payne, follow- 
ing him I would put Sam Howe, and, to me, Billy Neill and 
John Harding are about on a par, for although you can draw 
distinctions between them, the one's merits about equal the 
other's demerits, or vice versa. Well, Billy and Chris got a 
room together, and John and Sam got theirs adjoining, all pre- 
pared to have a good time. John watched the clerk assign the 
rooms 851 and 853; and though 851 had been assigned to Payne 
and Neill, John and Sam occupied it, and the other two took 
853. 851 ordered drinks galore; 853 never touched the bell, 
for though Billy wanted to, Chris wouldn't allow it, and that 
ended the matter. 851 had breakfast served in their room, a 
fire built, more beverages, and finally a carriage ; 853 had none 
of these. When Monday morning came 85 1 left on the early 
train, after having paid the bill of ^6.00 charged to Harding 
and Howe. Then, later, Chris and Billy came down to pay their 
bill, but, alas ! it was ^20.00, and they hadn't anywhere near 
that amount. 

"It must be a mistake," said Chris, "We hadn't any such 
priced room as that." " No," replied the clerk, " you hadn't, 
but when drinks and meals are served in rooms, and a carriage 
is hired for three hours, it don't take long for a bill to reach 
twenty dollars." 

Explanations were then forthcoming, and they discovered that 
they had been in the wrong room. So, after hunting up some 
Titusville alumni who were in New York, they paid the wrong 
bill and then came home. Settlements were then called for and 
paid, and though nothing was lost by the operation, Chris and 
Billy haven't forgotten it yet. 

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games with the other classes, for they are so exalted and digni- 
fied that it seems almost too great a condescension to endure. 
However, we started in to do or die for the championship. We 
played our games with the experience and confidence of vet- 
erans. We won all our games until we faced the Sophomores, 
and then we absquatulated. There is no doubt but that we 
would have won this, too, if Baron Barr had only had enough 
sense to remove his hand from the path of a red-hot liner, but 
his wits failed him, and consequently he got a broken finger and 
could not pitch. Hence, we lost the game. It was a very unfor- 
tunate accident, as we had the game *' pinched " until we were 
thus crippled, and as Baron was the only good pitcher we had — 
that is, the only good one among our regularly catalogued men 
— we were heavily handicapped and could not possibly win. 

But baseball was only a molecule, only an iota in the greater 
things that were to follow. We took heart as we sent our faith 
ful liege, Juawd Hewwick, to New Haven, to compete in the 
Inter-Collegiate Tennis Tournament. When the news was 
received here that he had defeated Foote, and had played three 
very exciting sets with Budlong, many tongues were set a-wag- 
ging, loudly exclaiming, "Wonder of wonders! what will happen 
next .'' " But those of us who were Seniors simply laughed at 
such ridiculous talk, for we knew that Gerard was a master- 
hand at tennis, and that there were few people in the country 
his equal. 

Now we went to the 'Varsity Field almost every day and 
watched football practice with the quick and accurate eye of 
Seniors. The boys, much benefited by their work at Quogue, 
were much farther advanced than ever before, and were playing 
hard football, considering that it was so early in the season. 
They seemed to be in good condition, their playing was of the 
gilt-edged order ; and they played with the snap and vim which 
we thought characterized another championship, and we did not 
hesitate to say so. 



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And not only did we watch 'Varsity football practice, but we 
took great interest in our class team. Wilfrid Hager was our 
Captain, and a very good one he made. We talked with the 
other classmen about our team as contradistinguished from 
theirs, and even though we were Seniors we " wagered with him 
pieces of gold." We practised on the 'Varsity Field, we used 
the 'Varsity's footballs, and we were even taken care of by the 
'Varsity's "rubbers;" while the other classes practised on the 
ground back of Witherspoon, used our cast-off footballs, and for 
"rubbers" I understand that they "rubbed" each other.' Be 
that as it may, we won the championship too easily. '96 was 
easy, '97 not so easy, and '98 most easy ; so, you see, we had 
the games practically won before we even played them. We 
cheered quite lustily when the games were over for the '95 
champions, for Captain Hager, and for the players individually ; 
who were : Craig, Pease, McColl, G. White, H. Garrett, Rey- 
nolds, Cooke, Brooks, Sinnickson, Walker, James and Hager. 
And now everything seemed, as Sis Van Sellar would say, 
"just too lovely for anything." But there was one thing which 
marred our boundless joy. 

In University Hall there is a suite of rooms renowned for the 
perfect order that is always maintained there; talked about 
among the hall ladies for its tidiness — Mrs. Lying vouching that 
"Sakes alive ! ye am the cleanest gentlemen in college" — noted 
among the janitors for the good tobacco used there, and among 
the colored preachers for the small contributions which its occu- 
pants give to the Witherspoon Street M. E. Church, though this 
item goes home on their accounts quite frequently. The occu- 
pants of this illustrious room are Clarence Mitchell Hamilton, 
and the aforesaid, above-mentioned, and again repeated, Wilfrid 
Matchin Hager, both honorable men. I do not know what could 
have been the matter with Clare the night after we won the 
championship, unless he was either carried away with the joy 



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that his class team, of which his room-mate was the captain, had 
won, or else that he had been over to the Princeton Inn to see 
some new steins lately put there ; at all events, he did some 
very funny things. About midnight, weary, forlorn and covered 
with mud, he arrived at Walter Lord's room, and, upon being 
admitted, spied, within a minute, a beautiful stuffed crane upon 
the mantle. During the years gone by, Clare had seen this 
same bird perhaps a thousand times, but had never thought to 
molest it ; but now, to-night, that he had been at the Inn and 
had pocketed the salt, pepper and "Tobasco sauce" bottles, it 
occurred to him that surely he ought to catch it. So, as he 
started to climb the high mantel over the fireplace, he thus solil- 
oquized : " Oh, you dear little birdie ; you long-legged, long- 
necked, agile-backed birdie, how I want to catch you. Oh birdie, 
birdie, 'way up there, I don't like you ; not I, Clare. But I want 
you ; come down to me. No .-* Then will I come up to thee. 
Come, little birdie, you short-billed little birdie, come to me." 
But the crane was deaf to all this pleading, so Clare scaled the 
woodwork, grabbed the bird by the neck, threw ingredients on 
its tail, and at the same time remarked : " I guess you won't fly 
now, little birdie, will you .-• " Then he fell to the floor, exhausted. 
Who said Stuffy Bone was in love } I heard Arthur Dunn 
talking about it, Dan Dexter vouching for it, and Jim Crawford 
swearing that it was so ; but Stuffy will not affirm it, nor will he 
deny it. He accused Furnajieff of spreading the report that he 
was engaged to a beautiful Stony Brook damsel, and so incensed 
was he that he almost challenged Furney to a duel. Now, W. Jno. 
Bone is, and has been for a couple of years, the charming Pro- 
fessor of the Young Ladies' Sunday-school Class at Stony 
Brook, where he is much respected and loved by one and all. 
Likewise does Billy think a great deal of the people of Stony 
Brook and of his class, in which he takes the greatest pride ; so 
much so, in fact, that he braves the five-mile walk every Sunday 



120 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 

in "sunshine and in rainy weather" merely (?) for the sake of 
instructing his class, remembering well how Shakespeare said : 
" Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith 
we fly to heaven," So things have been going for a couple of 
years ; and no person could have found fault with Stuffy had it 
not been for a festival which took place in the latter part of 
April, and of that you'll hear later. At present I want to refer 
you to the Philadelphia Press. 

Football, the most brutish game that ever existed, was now 
"on the turf." " Hallo, Teddy Huntington !" "Hallo!" "Going 
to football practice .-'" "Yes, in about half-an-hour," "Well, 
hallo, Archie Seaver! Are you going over?" "Yes, Willie, in 
about twenty minutes." "All right, I'll wait for you both." 
17, 80, II, 104, X, y, z = who is it? If you can't guess, even 
you, Dick Farries, you ought to be refused your diploma. * * * 
We all went to see 'Varsity practice now, for this was the 
last week before the gates were closed, and the Princetonian 
bulletin read : 

'VARSITY PRACTICE SECRET THIS WEEK. 

The week passed uneventfully, and when Saturday came we 
had made all arrangements to go to Trenton. To Trenton? 
To the Fair? Oh, no; but just to the Fair grounds. To 
"swipe" signs? No, we had passed that stage long ago. We 
went there solely for the purpose of "swiping" the University 
of Pennsylvania. Well, what did we do ? Go to Philadelphia 
and parade the streets ? Not quite. We had lots to do here in 
Princeton, so we came back. Walk? Very near it; but the 
Pennsylvania Railroad was so good as to sell cheap excursion 
tickets, and so we were able to ride. Yes ; it is a beautiful ride 
from Trenton to Princeton. Meadows and hills, scenery, rolling 
country. Lots to talk about, but did we talk? "Penn's neck?" 
Well, hardly. Came a great deal nearer ours. "Canal?" Oh, 



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thunder, yes! Let's drown ourselves. "Princeton?" No bells 
ringing ? No band to meet us ? Oh, I awake from fairy dreams ! 
We were * * * * Yes, we were. Come, let's go over to 
Dohm's, and then we'll sleep it off. 

Some who didn't go to Dohm's went over to the Inn, and 
among them was Leigh Wyman. Everybody tried to jolly up, 
and sing songs, and laugh, and eat, and drink, and be merry. 
Speeches were in demand, and foremost among the few most 
sought for was the violinist. Perk was master of ceremonies, so 
as the cries for "Wyman, Woman — Wyman" still increased, he 
arose and introduced, with a very celubrious introduction, Mr. 
Leigh Wyman. The mob howled and shouted — the great 
"Woman" was going to speak. From his chair he arose slowly, 
as it were, full of thought and meditation; his trousers were 
shook into place, his arms were folded across his chest, and he 
stood firm and resolute. With the eye of a Lincoln, a Grant, or 
a Topley he took in his audience, then he twitched the thread- 
bare growth on his upper lip, and began : " Gentlemen, there is 
only one thing which I have to say, only one thought that I can 
bring before you, and that is * RATS ! ! ' " If he had said 
" snakes " it would have been different, but no person saw the 
joke, if it was intended for one, so Leigh left the Grill Room; 
and now, if you mention rats, or mice, or any animal of that 
species to him, I advise you to look out for a stone, a brick, a 
book, or whatever happens to be nearest him. 

More secret practice, and then the Yale game. How unfor- 
tunate it was that it rained ! You know we had a clear-weather 
team developed for this game, but for the U. of P. we had had 
perfected a soak-in-water team. But things just got reversed; 
either Jack McMasters got his dates mixed in the weather, or 
else the coachers forgot which game was to be played first. At 
all events, we had a rattling good team, but the style of weather 
didn't suit our style of play, and this was plainly evident to any- 



122 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

one who saw the game. It certainly was hard luck. What was ? 
That it it rained ? Oh, yes, that was a trifle disappointing, but 
we didn't care how much water rained ; the thing that troubled 
us was that Yale reigned and that we were soaked. " You bet 
your life?" No, we didn't do that, but we did bet all our 
"bones;" so many, in fact, that the Yale boys rolled around 
New York, on " cart-wheels." Then when we got back to 
Princeton Pat Riley and all " de Isaacs " from Trenton came to 
the campus gate to receive the goods which we put " in soak." 
A compound-fractured eclipse of the sun shadowed Princeton, 
with its ennui shadow, for the next few weeks. None of the 
heavenly bodies were visible ; shadows, darkness and visions of 
Yale reigned supreme. Nevertheless, through all this the 
Musical Clubs kept up their practice— the Glee Club, with 
Charlie Carroll and others learning comic songs ; the Banjo 
Club perfecting marches, jigs and the like ; and the Mandolin 
Club playing with great expression and eclat Rubinstein's 
" Melody in F " and " Cavalleria Rusticana." 

On Tuesday night, December nth, we held our Senior Class 
Elections in Examination Hall. Good order was preserved, 
though a dozen desks, twenty chairs and a few windows were 
broken. The following men were dragged Q) into office : 

President Christy Payne, Titusville, Pa. 

Master of Ceremonies .... Thomas G. Trenchard, Church Hill, Md. 

Secretary Andrew C. Imbrie, New York City. 

Class Orator ■ • • Howard E. White, New York City. 

Pogl Wilbur M. Urban, Tunkhannock, Pa. 

Historian John F. Weiss, Harrisburg, Pa. 

Ivy Orator Willis H. Butler, New York City. 

Presentation Orator Franklin B. Morse, Tarrytown, N. Y. 

Prophet John H. Thacher, Kansas City, Mo. 

Censor Harry O. Brown, Irwin, Pa. 

Washington's Birthday Orator John S. Frame, Troy, N. Y. 

Class of '76 Prize Debater B. L. Hirshfield, Steubenville, O. 



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Nassau Herald Committee : 

W. W. Beveridge, Minaville, N. Y. W. H. MacColl, Caledonia, N. Y. 
J. S. Crawford, Arch Spring, Pa. Arthur Dunn, Chicago, III. 
A. P. Nevin, Philadelphia, Pa. 

Ode Committee : 

A. R. Teal, Elizabeth, N. J. L. F. Pease, Gerniantown, Pa. 

R. Z. Hartzler, Northfield, Mass. L. C. Woodruff, Southington, Con. 

Memorial Committee : 

F. W. Lewis, Wichita, Kan, V. K. Irvine, Bedford, Pa. 

D. M. F. Weeks, Webster, N. Y. D. F. Platt, Englewood, N. Y. 

Clarence Porter. 

Class Day Committee : 

J. S. Otto, chairman, Buffalo, N. Y. A. R. Teal, Elizabeth, N. J. 

A. F. Holly, Jr., New York City. Knox Taylor, Bound Brook, N. J. 

W. D. Ward, Rochester, N. Y. H. A. Colby, New York City. 

W. B. Cooke, Wheeling, W. Va. J. S. Bunting, Philadelphia, Pa. 

George White, Titusville, Pa. L. F. Pease, Germantown, Pa. 

J. Blair, Jr., Scranton, Pa. R. D. Hatch, Morristown, N. J. 

H. A. McNuLTY, South Orange, N. J. T. S. Huntington, Columbus, O. 

Edward Munn, East Orange, N. J. J. W. Decker, Scranton, Pa. 

J. C. Harding, Evanston, 111. R. A. Inch, Washington, D. C. 

W. J. Baird, Merion Station, Pa. D. R. James, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

At the close of our Junior year Arthur R. Teal was elected 
leader of the Glee Club ; J. Windsor Decker the same for the 
Banjo Club ; and Rhodes Clay likewise for the Mandolin Club. 
Having been Assistant Manager throughout our Junior year, 
Harold McCormick had, in June, been elected Manager, the 
position he was to hold during our Senior year. Trials, for all 
the clubs, had been held in October, and since then practice had 
been held once a day, daily ; but now that football was over, and 
there was nothing to do but to " poll " and read the papers to 
see what next pugilist testified that football was worse than 
prize-fighting, or what jockey affirmed that it was "tuffern" 



124 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 

horse-racing ; then it was that rehearsals were held twice a day, 
preparatory to leaving for the Christmas trip. The only new 
men from our class were, on the Glee Club, none, except Charlie 
Fisk ; on the Banjo Club, all, with Fitzhugh Speer ; and on the 
Mandolin Club, George White and Dave Speer; and Alex. 
Andrews, Roy North and Harry Roberts were the new guitars, 
who play, as you know, on both the Banjo and the Mandolin 
Clubs. Concerts were given in Pennington, Lawrenceville, 
Elizabeth, Orange, Newark and Princeton, and then the clubs 
started for the Christmas trip of 1894-95. We gave them 
good-bye, wished them a pleasant journey, said we felt sure that 
we would hear of them through the papers while on the trip, 
and knew we would hear lots when they returned which the 
papers somehow or other would not contain. And then we 
headed for our own homes — at least, most of us did. 

Lurch ! lurch ! lurch ! 

In the trough of the sea, O ship. 
How I wish I had stayed at home, 

And taken a friendly tip. 

So wrote John Thacher on board H. M. S. " Aurania," on a 
wintry day in our Christmas vacation ; his mind somewhat un- 
balanced from mal de mer. John is a pushing fellow ; he always 
wants to be up and ahead of the time, so he decided to visit 
England and the Continent in these few weeks, merely to see 
the tailors, haberdashers, and hatters as to what would be worn 
this year ; naturally, he betook himself to London and Paris. He 
found that all coats were to be cut much shorter, and that the 
extremely long ones had been " rung in ; " that trousers would 
be cut rather straight from hip downward, as small at the bottom 
as the size of the feet would permit ; that all vests would have 
a liberal opening and would be much shorter than heretofore ; 
that the " covert " coat would be much worn and that the colors 



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125 



would be brown or green mixture ; that shirt fronts should be 
perfectly plain with place for two or three buttons ; the colors of 
gloves, brown or yellow ; red is the color in neckwear ; " in 
London they are wearing wide Ascots, so ample in size as to be 
what an American would term a ' chest protector ; ' " for evening 
dress the white lawn tie with wide ends, tied nonchalantly, and 




HE RETURNS FROM ENGLAND. 



arranged in " butterfly shape ; " and that the silk hat is the proper 
one for demi- or evening dress ; the shape is the bell crown, not 
so pronounced as last season. All these pointers he collected, 
then he bought this wardrobe : a sack suit of cheviot ; a black 
cutaway coat and vest, with neat trousers ; a frock coat and 



126 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

vest ; a dress suit, with extra vest of white Marseilles ; a covert 
coat for business, an Inverness overcoat, extra trousers, shirts, 
collars, cuffs, neckwear, semi-hose — black, brown, and variegated ; 
and last, but not least, a high and round silk hat. Then he 
started for America, prepared to " cut a figure," little thinking 
that his tile and one small girl would be the source of much ridi- 
cule, and of how this was accomplished we will see a little later. 

The vacation passed uneventfully for the rest of us, though 
some came back with gold watches and other pieces of jewelry, 
some with musical instruments, some with books, and others with 
"'most any old thing." The Glee Club Organization had 
returned from its trip, and, true enough, we did hear many things 
about different fellows, which, if I attempted to dwell upon at 
length would fill many alcoves in the library. The following 
diary of the trip — not mentioning whose it is — will have to 
suffice : 

Sunday, Dec. 16. — Left Princeton for Philadelphia to take 
special train. Invited out to dinner, but declined. Went to 
B. & O. station at lo p.m. to prepare for leaving. Saw, by the 
Manager's posted placard, that I was to bunk in Walter Lord's 
car — the Delaware. Train same as last year — engine, of course ; 
baggage car; the Pullman sleeper, christened "the cattle car;" 
the Delaware, and then the Garrett car, Maryland. The 
Andrews car, which was to have met us here, has not yet arrived, 
but we have just received word that it is on its way back from 
California, and will meet us at about Louisville. The fellows 
are all here. It is twelve o'clock, midnight ; have looked at the 
buffit and see it is well-stocked — provisionally and otherwise ; 
we start in an hour. Some fellows who dined with John Garrett 
came in the car — we dressed deshabille, and then heard this story : 
John, who has been well-behaved for the last two years, says he 
is going to have some "games " this year; so we expect to hear 
from him on the trip. Jackson — Mr. John's valet— is along ; he 
has just now put " Mr. John " to bed. 



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Monday, Dec. 17. — Left Philadelphia at i a.m. this morning. 
At 9 A.M. breakfasted at Cumberland, Md. Meal tickets were 
given us here, to be used throughout the trip. Was tossed out 
of an upper berth six times between Washington and Cumber- 
land — the Potomac seems to follow the railroad, or vice-versa. 
Arrived in Pittsburg at 2 o'clock. Twenty-five cent luncheon 
given us at Hotel — couldn't call for " seconds " — not even a 
second glass of Pittsburg water. Concert grand success, only- 
one accident — a Freshman's ready-made necktie dropped to the 
stage as he strained for a high tenor note, which created a great 
deal of commotion. The leaders all fussed about getting on and 
off the stage, and the Manager did a great deal of "pa-haing." 
Nothing after the concert except — what you bought yourself or 
some friend " set up." 

Tuesday, Dec. 18. — Left Pittsburg 2 a.m. and passed a com- 
fortable night. Breakfasted at Cincinnati, where a bevy of beau- 
tiful girls came to see some of the fellows whom they knew. 
Proceeded on to Louisville, and arrived there at four in the after- 
noon. Jim Blair — a heeler — lost his Ivy pin to a young maiden 
who, as he says, " I kissed only once, but it was awfully nice." 
Evidently he's new at the game. Stanley McCormick crushed 
his silk hat and ruined his dress suit — fell on the ice, he said, 
though I didn't see any ice in Louisville. Saw Bob Caldwell 
when we first got there, but lost sight of him later in the game. 
Never saw him looking better and he said business life agreed 
with him. Most everybody "got in touch " before we left, and 
did a good bit of "fussing." Andrews car not yet arrived. 

Wednesday, Dec. 19. — Left Louisville at 4 a.m., arriving here — 
Indianapolis — at 10 this morning. Felt rather weak, so remained 
in bed till noon. Enoch — the faithful porter of the Delaware — 
served coffee and rolls. I noticed some of the fellows pushing 
buttons along the sides of the car, and then heard them ask for 
Martinis, but I know not what was meant. Many of us went to 



128 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

the matinee of the Bob Fitzimmons Company — were horribly 
swindled. Alex Andrews and Fitz Speer bought high hats in this 
city. Tea and dance given us. Concert good. Roy North met 
someone ; they seem desperately attached. As we leave Indian- 
apolis he has a very long face. Andrews car met us here. 
Placed between the cattle-car and the Delaware. It's a dandy. 

Thursday, Dec. 20. — St. Louis. Arrived here at noon from 
Indianapolis. Large crowd met us at the station. Saw "Judge" 
Valliant and Guy Warren. Water wasn't good, so most of us 
drank " goot beer." Tea in the afternoon. Stanley McCormick 
met the girl of his choice here. He and Jim Blair were going 
to leave us and go to Chicago to-night, but after Stan met this 
girl he decided to remain in St. Louis over night and start for 
Chicago in the morning. As Jim was going to visit him he had 
to remain also, which brought forth much swearing on the part 
of the latter, but which, however, didn't affect the former. John 
Harding and "Louie" — the porter of the Maryland — have 
become/^ji? friends. Entertained at the St. Louis Club after the 
concert. 

Friday, Dec. 21. — Arrived here in Kansas City about noon. 
Lost sight of Guy Warren and Jack Valliant, but am positive 
that I remember everything. Rhodes Clay and Walter Lord 
raised Cain in the state-room last night, no one in the car could 
sleep. Consequently wasn't dressed when we arrived here, and, 
consequently again, was hauled five miles out in the railroad 
yard. Rode back on a shifter. Incline planes the only great 
thing in Kansas City. Went to hotel, however, and got a good 
meal. Looking over the mail saw a letter to Roy North, 
addressed in a feminine hand, and post-marked " Indianapolis." 
Likewise one to Jim Blair from Louisville. Pop Pease and 
Duck Teal have been drawing about seven letters a day, so 
far. Jackson packed " Mr. John's dress-suit case, took him up 
town to a Turkish Bath Palace, and saw that he was well attended 



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to. As soon as the concert was over we ran to the train and 
started immediately for Colorado Springs, six hundred miles 
away. Now we are just passing Topeka, an hour out from Kan- 
sas City. Have just been through the train — the fellows are 
eating, imbibing, playing cards, "fussing " with instruments, and 
singing — think I'll get in the game. 

Saturday, Dec. 22. — 10 a.m. Have just breakfasted at Good- 
land, Kan. Had great sport with the girl waitresses. Billy 
Baird asked one to bring him a "leg of mutton," whereupon she 
replied : " You mean a limb, don't you .-' " And the beers were 
on Bill. About 3 o'clock saw Pike's Peak, forty miles ahead. 
At 4.30 we arrived at Colorado Springs. Air great ; exhilarating, 
refreshening and enlivening. Here we are at the foot of the 
Rockies. Hotel good. Streets fine. Everything just like sum- 
mer. Concert great — never saw such an enthusiastic audience, 
gave twenty-five encores to our eighteen programmed pieces. 
Went to the El Paso Club after concert. Harden Crawford here 
got the name of " Buggy " Crawford. Why } Fitzhugh Speer 
sat down — and fell asleep — in such a draught that he caught a 
severe cold. Dave Speer was greatly affected by "thin air," he 
was found Sunday morning upside down in his berth. Walter 
Lord and Tom Pierson became very friendly with some of the 
celebrities, so did John Harding. 

Sunday, Dec. 23. — Manager was to have met us at the station 
at " half-past nine " to run out a few miles and have pictures of 
the train and fellows taken, with Pike's Peak in the background. 
He showed up at half -past eleven — his eyes gave him away. 
Finally got started, and had pictures taken. In afternoon drove 
to Manitou, and through the "Garden of the Gods." We leave 
for Denver at four this morning. John Garrett has just come 
in — he thinks he has been "devilish" and asks Jackson's opinion. 
This worthy replies that " Mr. John " should not teach married 
ladies to smoke. He is apt to get himself in trouble, sometime. 



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Monday, Dec. 24. — Arrived in Denver early this morning. Two 
teas this afternoon. Saw Johnny Sanger — he looks as well as 
when he was with us, and has changed very little — for the better, 
though, I believe. He likes business, and is getting along very 
nicely; both of which I was glad to hear. Harry, or rather 
Stein Roberts met a couple of girls whom I think he had much 
better let alone; — children get burnt if they play with fire. 
Concert grand success ; a multitudinous audience heard us. 
Dance given after this, at which we had a very enjoyable time. 
Arthur Dunn taken ill. Some S. P. C. C. lady has taken him 
in and called for the children's doctor. 

Tuesday, Dec. 25. — Christmas Day in Denver. Spent a V in 
sending telegrams of " Merry Xmas " to the folks at home and 
— to some others. Began to snow last night and has been keep- 
ing it up since. Drove over the city and am much impressed ; 
think it would be a beautiful place on a clear day. Concert well 
attended. We leave at i o'clock for Lincoln, Neb., and its 
that time now ; we're off ! I hear a great commotion on the 
platform, the Manager is frantically pulling the bell-rope and 
waving his hands in the air and crying, " Stop the train ! Stop 
the train ! " Kid Carroll and Walter Lord are not yet here- 
The officials say they'll hold the train only fifteen minutes, or 
the contract to land us in Lincoln by 6 p.m. to-morrow will be 
void. The Manager is tearing his hair — and his moustache — out 
by the roots. Have no idea where they are ; A. D. T, messen- 
gers sent all over the city with photographs have failed to find 
them. Jackson is giving " Mr. John " some bromo-caffeine to 
quiet his excited nerves. Enoch — " good, old Enich ! " — has 
shut himself in the kitchen, praying, " Lord, bring back the gen- 
tlemen befo' it am too late." All aboard ! And just as we are 
starting they come tearing through the gate as if in answer to 
Enoch's prayer, and he — ** Sweet Enich ! " — throws up his hands 
and cries : " Massa, I car' mor' for de sheep dat was los' dan for 



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all the de res' to-gever." The excitement cools down, but arises 
again as soon as they learn that The Man. has fined them ;^25 
each. Walter : " Never saw such injustice." Charlie : " Fine 
all you darn please and see who pays it," The Man. (his thumbs 
in his top vest pockets, and imbuing all with his commanding 
presence) : " Gentlemen, that will be sufficient." 

Wednesday, Dec. 26. — Awoke at 10 a.m., en-route to Lincoln. 
Remember went to sleep last night hearing this sweet refrain 
from one end of the train to the other : " To h — with the man- 
agement ! To h — with the management ! " Breakfast at Phillips- 
burg, Kan. More girl waitress. Seems they have nothing else 
in Kansas. Arrived in Lincoln on time, thanks to the C. R. I. 
& R R. R. Concert well attended. Arthur Dunn much im- 
proved ; took seventy-seven grams of Spether's Speedy Spiriter, 
and has been puffing at seven times seventy-seven other bottles 
(put in his pockets by this same lady) all the way here, and this 
no doubt accounts for the improvement. Most of the fellows 
think this a slow town. I wonder why } Jim Decker met an 
old GiQxv(\2iXvprofeszor after the concert, whom he brought to the 
train and treated in grand style. He asked all the fellows to 
sign their names on his card, but we all gave him fictitious ones 
except Jim. The /r^^5'5'(?r was a hard-looking character. 

Thursday, Dec. 27. — Omaha. Arrived here about noon. We 
were much disturbed throughout the night by Kid Carroll, 
Rhodes Clay and Walter Lord. Seems they mobbed a police- 
man in Lincoln and took his " billy," etc. With this they 
marched through the train, playing " hot-rump." Those nearest 
them, to wit, the occupants of the Andrews car, fared " worst " 
of all. More mail for Roy North and Jimmy Blair here. Tea 
in the afternoon ; concert and a dance in the evening. John 
Garrett's high hat was ruined here. There was a small hole in the 
crown j ust about the size of the tip of a girl's boot. I wonder how it 
got there .-' The profezsor came on to Omaha and is looking for 



132 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

" Mr. Daker," He wanted our leader to leave the Clubs, and to 
"Cum, gif me lessons on ze banjo." Nice girls in Omaha. 

Friday, Dec. 28. — Cedar Rapids. Girl waitresses dressed up 
by some enthusiastic family in Orange and Black costumes. 
Lovely tea given us in the afternoon. Tried to buy a handker- 
chief in the town; storekeeper said they didn't "keep 'em." 
Concert, smooth dance, and on to Davenport. 

Saturday, Dec. 29. — Arrived here this morning. Queer city, 
Davenport. It, Rock Island and Moline, all seemed to be joined 
together. Tea given us in Rock Island in the afternoon. We all 
took great delight in meeting Miss French. Tom Pierson, when 
introduced, said : "Miss French, I am very happy to meet the writer 
of ' Octave Thanet.' " After which, however, she failed to recog- 
nize Tom. At the close of the concert Duckie Teal thought it 
would be quite appropriate to cheer for all three adjoining cities, 
for we had as many people in the audience from Rock Island and 
Moline as from Davenport. So he led a triple cheer, first for 
Davenport, then one for Rock Island, and then : " Now, boys, I 
propose a triple cheer for Mologny : Are you ready } Hip ! 
Hip !" But we couldn't cheer so much did we have to laugh ; 
and the audience could not have heard us even if we could have 
cheered, so much noise did they make from laughing. 

Sunday, Dec. 30. — Arrived in Chicago. Spending my time 
here with relatives. 

Monday, Dec. 31. — Luncheon given us at i o'clock, everything 
the best. Concert in the evening. Charlie Carroll got his solo 
— Susan Brown — twisted, but bluffed the thing out, somehow. 
" Elegant dance " given in the evening after the concert. At 
midnight we sang " Old Nassau " and cheered for '95. Thus we 
ushered in the New Year and the year of our graduation. Left 
in the early morning for Columbus. 

Tuesday, January i, 1895. — Columbus — not Christopher. 
Arrived here late in the afternoon. Concert in the evening — 
success. Dance afterwards. 



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Wednesday, Jan. 2. — Hard run from Columbus here — Balti- 
more. Didn't get anything to eat till our arrival at Cumberland, 
Md., at three in the afternoon. Then rode by daylight the road 
which we had travelled before at night, and didn't wonder that 
we were tossed out of bed. Jim Decker had to recline while the 
train travelled the "seven circles." Arrived in Balto. three 
minutes of eight o'clock — just in time to give the concert. Our 
delay of two hours was caused by a hot box. Concert O. K. 
Had dinner after the concert. 

Thursday, Jan. 3. — Arrived in Phila., glad enough to be home 
once more. Jackson dressed " Mr. John," packed his trunk, and 
then brought him to Princeton. We all separated. Some returned 
to College, some went home, and others went to visit friends. 



There, kind reader, you have a short account of our Glee Club 
trip, gleaned from the diary of one of the gentlemen on it. 

I have just said that some of us went to visit friends, and 
among them was the illustrious, far-famed and wonderful John 
Cowden Harding. Upon invitation he went to Merion to visit 
Billy Baird, at whose house John is a great favorite. It was to 
be only a short visit — a little sojourn in the beautiful suburban 
districts of Philadelphia, so the " Count" did not take much para- 
phernalia — only his frock coat, high hat, etc. The next day both 
Billy and he rested until noon, then they arose and toileted, and 
when, finally, they made their appearance in the drawing-room, 
the ladies of the house suggested a walk through the hot-houses 
and around the grounds. Nothing could have pleased John more ; 
it was hot and stuffy in the house, he had had a good rest, 
and now a short walk would invigorate him and put him in a 
mood for entertaining ladies. So they started. It was a beau- 
tiful day and John was simply revelling in the beauties of 
nature and — his pleasant company. They wandered through 
the greenhouses, where John had a boutonniere pinned on 



134 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

the lapel of his coat, and then they strolled down to a little 
pond just at the foot of the hill upon which the house stands. 
The little pond was covered with ice — beautiful, clean ice — 
and dainty-footed John wondered how thick the ice was. So 
he walked to the edge and began tapping gently upon the sur- 
face, never heeding the kind remarks of the ladies to be careful 
lest he fall in. Oh, no ! he wouldn't fall in. "Why look," he 
said, "the ice will bear my weight," and so saying he stepped 
upon it. But — Crash ! Splash ! " Help ! Help ! " and John, high 
hat and all have disappeared from view. Billy ran for a gang 
of workmen on the Pennsylvania Railroad, all the men around 
Merion were summoned inside of two minutes, all the 
domestics — male and female — about the place were on the scene 
digging ice, and even the New York and Chicago Limited, 
which happened to be passing, was stopped, while its crew 
went to assist in the rescuing of John. Before long someone 
caught him on the end of an ice-pole and pulled him out by 
his frock coat, almost frozen to death, but nevertheless hanging 
on to his high hat as though it were life itself. Then they 
resuscitated him, put him to bed, hung his clothes to dry and 
set things right again. The Limited started on her way for the 
West, the inhabitants of Merion returned to their respective 
duties, the workmen to the railroad, and the servants to their 
quarters, all crying with loud, victorious voices : " We have saved 
this day the life of Mr. John Cowden Harding, of Princeton." 
As soon as his clothes permitted the " Count " donned them and 
started for College, and as far as I am able to learn, he has not 
returned to Merion since. 

What, ho ! Examinations here again ! Why it seems but yes- 
terday since our last conditions were removed. But sure Mike ! 
here they were. We were examined in Public Law and History 
of Law, in Theism, in Art, in Astronomy, in Comparative Poli- 
tics, in Practical Physics, in History, Greek, French, Latin, Chem- 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. I35 

istry, Osteology, Ethics, History of Philosophy, German, English 
Literature, Finance, Poetics, Roman Law, Bible, in Experimental 
Psychology and Advanced General Psychology, in Theory of 
Functions, and many other things which were not such "snaps." 
The " Scientifs " had it much easier {?) than had we the " Aca- 
dems." They answered papers on Roofs and Bridges with the 
" Big Man ;" Valve Motion and Stenotomy with Freddie Wilson ; 
Quantative Analysis with Professor Cornwall ; Foundations with 
" Whiskers " Smith, etc., etc. 

Then we began the course of our Second Term, and had prac- 
tically the same studies, only farther advanced ; — The Dean's 
English, Granny Hunt's American Literature, Woodrow Wilson's 
Laws, Jack Hibben's Bible, Bliss Perry's Prose Fiction, Jeremy 
Osmond's History of Philosophy, Billy Sloan's History, Bill Lib- 
bey's Physical Geography ; and many other harder subjects- 
And so now we were on the last lap of our College life. We 
began to count the weeks before Commencement, and the more 
we counted them the faster did they seem to go. Days went like 
lightning, weeks like thunder, and the months simply flew by. 
But amid all this, we had time to hear some odd things. 

Who is it that invariably goes over to the Garrett's and takes 
a nap on the divan .-" Who is it, do you say .-• It is none other 
than the great Jake Otto. He hasn't gone there once this year 
without taking a rest before coming away. As Jake makes his 
appearance in the house and enters the library, the family vacates 
it. He grows tired sitting there by himself, so he'll just close 
his eyes till some one comes. When they do come, his eyes are 
shut, his mouth wide open, and he is making a terrible noise like 
the rattling of water through the hot pipes of a radiator. Jack- 
son wakens him at four o'clock to say, " Mr. Otto, ' Mr. John says 
it is time for recitation.' " Then Jake rubs his eyes, wonders 
how they knew he was there, and then " wheezes " over to 
Markie's Art. 



136 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

Then, too, Hardy Crawford and Jim Decker took some girls 
to the Ivy Tea the day of the Junior Promenade, and drove from 
the Princeton Inn to the Club house. What was the matter with 
the horse, Harden ? Couldn't you drive ? Wouldn't the beast 
go for you ? Or couldn't you hold it up ? At all events, first, 
the animal started to run away — and it was one of Hungry Gol- 
den's, too ; then it balked, and finally fell down in a snowdrift 
about four feet deep. The ladies alighted, waded ^through the 
drift, wet their dainty feet — but laughed all the same. Harden 
and Jim picked up the brute, and, in doing so. Harden ruined his 
high hat ; Jim tore his frock coat, I believe, and both swore like 
troopers. Harden says he'll never forget that afternoon, and 
there are others who saw the sight who won't forget it very soon 
either. 

Bob Inch went to Orange to visit Billy Lane — met a lovely girl 
who was fond of singing. After dinner Bob, who is likewise, sug- 
gested some music, and asked the fair one to favor them, and she 
consented to do so if Bob would sing with her. So they began 
— " Drink to me only with thine eyes ; " •' Oh love be true, Love 
I love you ; " " Thine eyes so blue and tender ; " " How can I 
bear to leave thee, one parting kiss I give thee " — these and many 
other songs were sung, and then when Robert came to go he 
received this farewell with a little pressure of the hand : "Good- 
bye, Mr. Inch, good-bye. I'll never forget you. Never, no never, 
no never." Bob tried to mumble something, but the words 
seemed to stick in his throat, and so he had to depart without 
covering himself with glory, verbally, as he had done vocally. 

Had I the time I could tell some funny things about Joe Bunt- 
ing's trips to Ogontz, and of how he tells people what a lovely 
place it is, and what nice people live there. I could tell why Ed 
Munn goes to New York so regularly, and I could tell why Billy 
Baird goes to Mount Holly so often. Have you ever heard these 
three discussing the merits of each place ? No .'' Well, you don't 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. .I37 

know what you've missed. Joe swears that Ogontz is the pret- 
tiest place for a suburban home. " It beats Merion, Mount 
Holly, or Orange." "That might be," said Billy, " but the place 
don't make t\\Q girl. Mine will make home happy when I come 
from business." " So'll mine," and "so'llmine," said Ed and 
Joe in unison. " Well," said Ed, " mine lives in New York, and 
she certainly can give your Philadelphia girls pointers on dress." 
" No she can't," came the answer from the others, " ours go to 
New York to get their tailor-made gowns." Really it is a great 
pleasure to hear them " chin " each other. Nevertheless, boys, 
we extend our congratulations to you. We are glad to know 
that you are so well acquainted with such nice people, and that 
such nice people are so closely related to you. 

And now we heard a rather odd story about Roy North. It 
seems Roy went to New York and then up the Hudson to spend 
Sunday with 2, friend who lived in that locality. The friend met 
him at the station, and it was such a beautiful day that they took 
a short drive. Hardly had they started when Roy turned to her, 
all excited and agitated. She saw he had something to ask, and 
she trembled. Would he do it in daylight ! now that he had just 
arrived } Merciful Heaven ! What would she say } Yes } No ? 
How could she answer him .-• But no, Roy had no idea of doing 
any such a rash thing. He only collected his courage and then 

said : " Miss S , is Howard White here .'* Is he spending 

Sunday in this locality, also } " and when he received a negative 
answer, his eyes sparkled, his blush departed, and he was the 
same Roy Lorton North again. 

Life, that great journal of wit, came out about this time with 
a cartoon, by Charles Dana Gibson, entitled "The Leading Fea- 
tures of a Liberal Education," and what should it be but the 
picture of a football game with Franklm Blake Morse the model. 
It seemed that Frank went to Mr. Gibson and asked him to draw 
it — I mean that Mr. Gibson asked Frank to let him draw it, and, 



138 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

of course, he (Frank) readily consented ; and he went to New York 
about eighteen times a week to pose for it, and thought it great 
sport. Now he calls Mr. Gibson, "Charlie," " Danie," and " Giby," 
but we notice that the artist still calls him "Mr. Morse." He 
has since received this epistle : 

Dear Morse : — Your kind letter received upon my arrival 
from Chicago, where I have been for a short time. Meant to 
send you the proof before I left, but, in the confusion, didn't get 
it done. I do so now. I am glad you liked the picture, and 
appreciate very much the big share you had in it. The people 
out West simply went crazy over it, and said it was the most 
perfect image of a football player they had ever seen ; and this, 
not in flattery, because they didn't know who my model was. 
All society here in New York is going wild over the cartoon ; 
the ilite are having it framed, so much are they pleased with it. 
Here's an extract from a note I have just received from the pub- 
lishers of Life. 'More copies of papers sold this week than ever 
before. The office has been crowded every day by young ladies 
of the "400 " who come in crying : " Please give me a copy of 
Life. I want the cartoon of that handsome football player. Who 
is it } Won't you please tell me } He's got such a graceful pose, 
and then look at him catching that other fellow. Doesn't he dive 
at him beautifully ? ' " This is just an extract — Morse — and it is 
only a sample of what I have been constantly hearing since my 
return. We must do something like it again, when you can come 
to town and give me the time. I'll try to come to Princeton to 
see you before you graduate. Thanks for your kind invitation. 
Be good to yourself. 

Ever thine, . 

Frank prizes that letter so much that he put it in a conspicu- 
ous part of his scrap-book, so conspicuous, in fact, that anyone 
who examines the book with a searching eye, can't fail to see it. 

The day of " Washington's Arrival" arrived before we knew it, 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. 1 39 

due, no doubt, to the fact that our funny orator was hustling 
around getting jokes, in cold blood, on one and all of us. Jack 
Frame was the senior orator, and Benjamin Lewis Hirshfield — 
ye gods ! what a name — our distinguished debater. The Faculty 
tried to have the gym. exercises presided over by Dr. Patton, 
but the class "kicked," fearing that he would do it on some 
ontological-catagorical basis ; so on this ground that body of 
right-minded men ceded their demand, and our President pre- 
sided. He introduced Jack in a novel way — he used no words 
at all, but only showed to the audience a crayon portrait of a 
chimpanzee ; then Jack arose and began his speech. And what 
a speech it was! He took as his subject : "George Washing- 
ton's Innate Antipathy to the University of Pennsylvania 
Analogically Deduced from the ^Esthetic, Analytic and Dialec- 
tic Transcendentalism of Kant ;" but in the deduction he forgot 
one of his major premises and consequently brought out a false 
conclusion. To be candid, the only words which he had down 
"pat" in that subject were "^Esthetic, Analytic and Dialectic 
Transcendentalism of Kant," so when his braineological 
hypotheses had been stated, and he had brought many of us in 
as axioms, he concluded — we were glad to see him do so, so 
much did we worry over his mental condition — by saying : " So, 
kind friends, I have proven that the 'Athantipy of George 
Washington's Innate Deduced Analogically to the University 
of Pennsylvania equals the Esthetic, Analytic and Dialectic 
Transcendentalism of Kant.' " To say we were angry is putting 
it mildly — we were furious, and had Washington or Kant have 
been here they would have shot him on the spot. The idea of 
deducing Washington's Athantipy Innate to the University of 
Penna. and then, by Frame's logic, equalizing that to Kant's 
Transcendentalism, even though it were aesthetic, analytic, or 
dialectic ! — it's rediictio ad abswdum on the face of it, and even 
the athantipy of George Washington's innate or the transcend- 



140 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

entalism of aesthetic, analytic, or dialectic Kant, had they been 
here, could have seen that. But never mind. Jack, you'll learn 
better bye-and-bye, so don't give up yet. Ben Hirshfield lost 
the '76 Prize Debate, but we knew the judges didn't want to 
favor him because he was a Senior, just as they had treated Fod 
Weeks, four years ago, because he was a Freshman. Neverthe- 
less, we knew there was good material in Ben. 

Have you ever looked at Joe Park's face and noticed the orifice 
just below his nose .-' It's about the size of Mammoth Cave. 
Joe got lost in it, and hence we lost the Harvard debate. Joe, 
Ben Butler, and Howard White were our representatives. They 
made a brave fight, and, as it seemed to us, won the debate, 
but the judges thought differently and the victory went to Har- 
vard, "fair Harvard." However, we had another debate on our 
hands and so we started to get ready for that. 

Meanwhile baseball practice had been going on daily in the 
cage. The men were playing as though they " smelt " a Cham- 
pionship — got pretty smart nasal organs I must confess. They 
have started on their Southern trip. Behold, Easter is here ! 
Easter, the time when the team puts on new suits, when ladies 
appear in tailor-mades, and when overcoats are shed for the 
frock coat and high hat in gentlemen's etiquette. St ! Come 
here, Chimmie. Got a story fer to tell yer. 

Reader, if you will take the left-hand page of this little book 
by the lower left-hand corner, and extending the thumb of the 
right hand until it touches the margin of the bottom of the 
leaf and then "turn over," and keep on doing so, you will come, 
a few pages back, to an account of how John Thacher went 
abroad and of what he saw and did. Among other things he 
bought himself a smooth high hat. At Easter-tide he went to 
visit Ed. McCormick, in Germantown, dress-suit case in one 
hand, high hat in the other. Ed. had gone home a day or two 
ahead of Thacher, and consequently all were expecting him on 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. I4I 

Saturday afternoon ; so when the time came Edward's little 
sister placed herself at the front window to welcome the 
expected guest. Soon he hove in sight, and greatly pleased at 
having been the first to see him, she runs to tell mamma. " Oh, 
Mamma, Mamma," she cried; "here comes Mr. Thacher and 
he's got a bucket in his hand. What's he got that for.-* " The 
guest arrived and was shown to his room, whereupon the young 
Miss was privately told that that was a high hat which Mr. 
Thacher was carrying, but even yet she did not understand ; 
so at the dinner table, when conversation lagged just enough 
for her to get started, this is what she said : " Mr. Thacher, 
Mamma said that was a high hat you had in your hand this 
afternoon, but I'd like to know why you carry it in a bucket .-* 
It isn't moss-covered, is it.''" Everybody laughed, hurrahed, 
and pa-haed. Little girls are sweet things, John, are they not ? 

I told you that a festival at Stony Brook was the cause of 
Stuffy Bone's downfall from a spotless reputation. Now, I say 
more than that — it was the cause of his downfall from the high 
realm of literature, or if the festival wasn't, the girl in the case 
was. Again the report was circulated that Billy was deeply in 
love, and was engaged to this young lady of Stony Brook, but 
again no person seemed to put credence in it, as it came from 
the same source which it had previously done. But the night 
of the festival changed everything. What an unfortunate co- 
incidence, but the feast came the same night as Hall Gradua- 
tion, and, would you believe .-' Billy cut his graduation from 
Whig Hall simply to take this fair one to the spread. O what 
sacrifices ! what surrenders some people make for one who is 
closer than a friend, dearer than a sister. 

Shakespeare once said that " the wise man knows himself to 
be a fool," which is all very true. T/ie Tiger, with that whit of 
whittled wit which it possesses, has taken this as their motto, 
and not inappropriately. The College has done likewise. For 



142 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95, 

the Harvard debate we selected three men who thought them- 
selves wise, but who proved to be . Yes, it was rather a 

rainy day. So now we choose three men — two from our class — 
who knew themselves to be fools and yet who proved themselves 
to be wise men. The material which we knew was in Ben 
Hirshfield now showed itself, he was chosen one of the Yale 
debaters. Then Burns, not Robert, but Billy Burns, was the 
other representative from the Class. With the other debater — 
Mr. McElroy, of the Junior Class — they started for New Haven. 
Fully 5,000 people were at the station to see them off, the '95 
Drum Corps paraded them to the depot, and as they marched 
across the platform and cut a gangway through those 5,000 
souls, there was cheering the like of which has never been heard 
within forty miles of Princeton. No, even the Bow Bows of 
our friends at Rutgers didn't equal it. Four magnanimous and 
lusty-lunged followers accompanied them to New Haven and 
saw "Palms of Victory, Palms of Glory" placed upon their 
heads. There was great rejoicing in our camp when the news 
of victory was received, and we gave " a triple cheer for Hirsh- 
field, boys, are you ready ! Hip ! Hip! ." And another for 

Burns, and one for McElroy, and then we cheered for Princeton 
and for the victorious sons of Old Nassau. 

The Nassau Herald Committee had been preparing questions 
for publication, and now we were give^i questions to answer 
something like these : Ever been married .? How often 
divorced } What was the fourth one's name .? Prefer a blonde 
or brunette 1 Long or short .'' Broad or narrow } What busi- 
ness do you expect to go into "i How long do you expect to 
stay at it 1 What do you expect your income will be for the 
first year — ^150 or ^1.50 .? Do you eat three or six times a day .!• 
If not, why not } What cover would you have on the Lit — sea 
red or heliotrope pink } How many times in the past week has 
Harvey Koehler dunned you for your laundry bill } Who does 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95, I43 

your washing — Trenton steam, Charlie Lee, or Mrs. O'Flattery ? 
Do they put too much starch in your hose and not enough in 
your shirts ? Do they sew all the buttonholes shut to prevent 
putting on any buttons ? And do they tear more holes in your 
socks to keep from darning those which are there ? Who is the 
handsomest man in the Class ? The most popular man ? The 
biggest freak ? The worst fruit ? The hardest poller ? etc., etc. 

These were the questions which were put to us and which we 
had to answer. Perk said that his favorite sport was Sister 
Faris, because he absolutely refused to poll for fifteen minutes 
after each meal, and that^his favorite sport was jumping from 
Pike's Peak to Mount Blanc in one leap. Jack Caton was the 
only one who said that Harvey Koehler never dunned anybody 
— that's because Harvey and he are great chums, and Jack, I 
believe, get's his wash done gratis. Illingsworth and Doggie 
Dunlop were the only ones who had not been married, and yet, 
in reality, they are the only ones who are. Illy takes great 
pride — a father's pride — in hearing little Dorothy crying for her 
papa. He says that there are others besides George Washington 
who were born on the twenty-second of February. 

Jacob Schweighauser Otto : " Permit me to congratulate you. 
I officially inform you that you have been elected, by a majority 
so heavy as to be practically unanimous, to the highest place in 
the gift of our affections. You have been declared the most 
popular man in the class. Women sigh for you, babies cry for 
you, we are ready to die for you, therefore are you like Castoria. 
The fact is evident, though we may assign different causes for itj 

"Now there was Sheridan, the poet, orator and wit, and there 
was Fox, the statesman. Both were highly popular. They each 
had a thousand creditors — perhaps one thousand and one, or 
possibly only nine hundred and ninety-nine — but an error of one 
in a thousand is trifling. Their creditors ran after them very 
much, sought their company and took a lively interest in their 



144 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

welfare. Your popularity does not take that shape. You do 
not owe one of us a cent (.-') and we love you so that we don't 
intend you shall. On the contrary, we owe you — good-will; 
and however much we may pay you, will still remain your 
debtors in that line. You are that rare man whom everybody 
owes and whom everybody wants to see. 

"The celebrated John Wilkes was the popular man of a class 
— not the college class, but class made up of the people of 
Middlesex. He was not only popular in Middlesex, but with the 
fair sex. From the duchess to the barmaid they doted on John. 
So did the voters. They went for John every time ; and when 
Parliament wouldn't have him, on the ground that half was better 
than none, took the demi-John. He was the ugliest white man 
in England. That was the secret of his popularity. No lady's 
pet pug is uglier. But you are by no means ill-favored. You 
are, in fact — well, I have seen several men who were uglier than 
you. Yet John Wilkes in the height of his popularity could not 
have held a candle to you ; partly because you are more popular 
than he, and partly because you were not born until he had 
pegged out. 

"The estimable James J. Corbett is the lion of to-day. 
Crowds follow and gaze upon him; the journals chronicle his 
journey as though it were an imperial progress. His name 
appears in big type at the head of newspaper columns, and in 
bigger type on hand-bills. We know why he is popular. To 
the thews and sinews of Heracles he adds the skill of Spartacus 
or any other cuss. He can knock out the biggest bruiser in 
four rounds. But you are not particularly distinguished for 
muscle, except when you make your home-run drives. Yet 
compared with you, Corbett is nowhere about where you would 
be if you stood before him. 

" Perhaps the secret of your popularity lies in the fact that 
you have always minded your own business ; that you have used 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 95. I45 

no arts to gain our regard, and because you are a downright 
good fellow with no nonsense about you. But whatever the 
cause the effect is just the same. You are popular. Don't deny 
it. We have the figures, and figures never lie. 

" Classmates, now I start to perform a duty — a duty which is 
at the same time a pleasure, as all duty should be ; and a duty 
which, occurring in the life of an ordinary being, is an epoch. 
The honor of being entrusted with it overwhelms me. I hesi- 
tate for want of language to express the feelings within. I have, 
in the preparation of this work, been engaged for a week in the 
study of Worcester's Dictionary, with occasional invasions of 
Greek and Latin lexicons; I have dipped into the Worterbuch 
of the German tongue, but there are not words in all these to 
express my emotions. Such is the poverty of human speech." 

Augustus Frederick Holly, Jr., my address is to you: "You 
are at once interlocutor, and the theme of my discourse. I 
pause in awe and admiration. 

"In the palmy days of glorious old Rome, when a general 
returned victorious from a campaign, the senate and people 
decreed him a triumph, and he paraded the streets of the city 
headed by the popular brass band of the time, preceded by the 
trophies won from the enemy — except the greenbacks which he 
carried in his wallet — and followed by the captives, while the 
people sang in chorus 'Hail Columbia,' or something to that 
effect. We are not in Rome, but we do as the Romans do, 
which is even more than the proverb requires of us. To you, 
your classmates — a much more respectable body than the Roman 
Senate — recognizing you as the handsomest man in the class, 
where all are noted for their personal beauty — I am a member 
of it myself — have decreed you a triumph. You do not come 
with your captives in your train, because, being exclusive of the 
fair sex, they are debarred these classic halls, which are almost 
monastic as well as quite scholastic. Nor have you your trophies 



146 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. 

here. They are doubtless stowed away in your trunks at home, 
hidden from vulgar observers. They consist of numerous broken 
female hearts, pickled in glass jars; a hundred love letters, criss- 
crossed, and each with a dozen postscripts, and locks of hair 
past counting, varying in every shade of color, from raven black 
to flaxen white, including several of that fiery hue which the 
poetical Greeks designated as golden — the tint of the setting 
sun. The Roman general won his triumph by hard knocks and 
vulgar labor; you gain yours through the favor of nature. 

" Oh, Gus, august Gus, we envy the one who wins you. Her 
hubby was the handsomest man in the Class of '95, which means 
the handsomest man in College ! We beg you to accept our 
token of admiration — our votes ; and should you ever become 
rich, very rich, to remember us in your will. If before then you 
should choose to give each of your admiring classmates a house 
(brownstone front) and lot (in a fashionable cross street), we 
shall not take the will for the deed, but the deed instead of the 
will. Take, then, our votes as a token of admiration too strong 
for words to speak and too great for a gift — except the one our 
Presentation orator gives you — to typify. 

" Hark, my friends, what a wonderful past, what a successful 
future." Listen to our Prophet, Take heed of the words he 
utters. Would that I were the prophet for only one reason — 
that I could picture the man in our class who, three years from 
now, will return with his wife and baby-boy and receive the 
silver cup. Whom will our class-boy be .'' Will he be a Hatch, 
Jr., or a Condit, Jr. ; a Sherman or a Shaw ? Let us keep guess- 
ing for some time to come ! 

Gentlemen of our Memorial Committee, what are you going 
to give this College at our Decennial .'' It is not too early to 
think about it now. There are many things which we could 
give — they are too numerous to mention here ; yet, whatever 
you do decide that we shall give, make it something that shall 



HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '95. I47 

not only grace the College as an ornament, but something that 
shall be useful as well as ornamental, and that shall cause future 
generations to remember, always, the Class that gave it. 

"All good things must have an end" — so must the History 
and the Class of 'Ninety-Five. The former has now reached 
that goal — the latter will last, perhaps, for "three score years 
and ten," perhaps for not that long, and possibly for longer. 
But no matter how long we live, nor how long our class exists, 
we will always " remember with kindness and tenderness the 
old University comrades and days." And as we come back 
here next year to celebrate the One Hundred and Fiftieth 
Anniversary of our dear old-elmed Alma Mater, so may we, as 
many of us are living, return in 1946 to join in the festivities of 
its bi-centennial jubilee. Classmates : 

" I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, 
And from that full meridian of my glory 
I haste now to my setting." 

To-day, to-morrow, and next day, we sit together for the last 
time an undergraduate body of students. Then, formally, cere- 
moniously, we receive our diplomas and depart hence into a 
wicked world. We leave behind us the elms, sacred to Prince- 
ton ; the campus which has bivouacked many illustrious classes ; 
old North, and the Seniors' steps, the College buildings, McCosh 
walk, — all of these, dear to the memory of all of us. They will 
not be forgotten, — but, as pleasant reminiscences of a happy 
epoch in our lives, they will always be near to us. But one 
thing that we regret, even more than this, is that now we are 
parting with friends and friendships that have been growing 
closer and closer since Freshman year. Boys, let us not forget 
these friendships, but let us keep on welding them closer and 
closer, and making them dearer from year to year ; and then 



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when we come back to our reunions our cheers for Princeton 
and for 'Ninety-five, though less in volume than now, will have 
that ring of harmony and of unity which characterizes brotherly 
love and general good feeling. 'Twill be the cheer of a class 
that is one until the end of time. 

Where, Oh ! where, are the grave old Seniors ? 
Where, Oh ! where, are the grave old Seniors ? 
Where, Oh ! where, are the grave old Seniors ? 
Safe now in the wide, wide world. 

They've gone out from their Alma Mater, 

They've gone out from their Alma Mater, 

They've gone out from their Alma Mater, 

Safe now in the wide, wide world. 



Since the writing of these pages, the sad news of the death 
of a classmate, who was with us only in Freshman Year, has 
come to us — Harry Presley Cobb died at Utica, New York, 
November 21, 1894. 



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Died December 27, 1892. 



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Assistant Professor of Germany 

Died May 26, 1894. 



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Died November 16, 1894, 



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